Mr Potato Head
With our 3 day old grandaughter back in hospital, I have to remind myself that a few years ago she would still have been there, not yet released to the outside world. Unlike the modern approach to childbirth.....no obvious problems, then out you go, back on the streets within hours. I remember being the longest staying resident on my post natal ward...one woman left exactly 3 hours after giving birth. I relished my 3 nights with my new born, safe in the knowledge that if I did anything wrong, help was just a button press away, and it was “our” time, not shared with anyone. I was virtually institutionalised by then though, having spent the last 11 weeks of pregnancy on the ante-natal ward. After such a stay, 3 nights felt like no time at all.
Anyway, back to the point. The beautiful new baby is a little jaundiced ....very common by all accounts, but clearly it is important to get things right before she comes home. It would just be good ( for her parents) to get her home and start really enjoying having a daughter as well as their adorable son and to get a some sort of normal routine established.
With the baby in hospital, taking care of her 3, soon to be 4 year old brother while mum and dad concentrate on the little one, has been uppermost in all our minds. Grandma Carole will be taking him swimming today, he had one day back at his nursery so he could tell all his friends about his new sister, and we had him for an overnight stay, and for most of yesterday.
As it was a hastily put together arrangement, we had no spare clothes for him at our house. All the spare children’s clothes have been taken to France, to wait for all our expected young visitors later this year. So, I dug around and found my now 21 year old’s infant school sweat shirt and a pair of 12 -18 month old clown trousers that she had worn.....well, 20 years ago. Luckily he loved them....and a new pair of pjs was born.
He likes Hebden Bridge....previously mentioned canals, ducks, sweet shops, and bridges all feature in his routine when he comes to stay with us.
So, we had a glorious day, chatting about little sisters, drawing, watching the water rush under the bridge near our house, duck feeding and choosing sugary delights from his favourite shop. He played with the playmobil people, the Toy Story characters, and spent quite a long time whirling around with a big plastic snake. His most creative result of the day was playing with Mr Potato Head in a way that Slavador Dali would have enjoyed.
We took him back to the hospital later in the afternoon, to see his sister, have a cuddle with mum and dad, before dad was going to take him home for some normal time. Life must seem a little confusing for him at the moment, but not as confusing as for Mr Potato Head.