All kinds of news to report from yesterday, all of it good!
Dad got to give his girl a bath, and I think both dad and Millie were a bit surprised by that – Millie because dad has bigger, rougher, hairier hands than the Lovely Melanie, and dad because it wasn’t nearly as scary as everyone had warned me. “Ooh, a wet baby is a slippery baby – they have no friction whatsoever and will go flying out the window as soon as you touch them!”
Which isn’t entirely true.
The most worrying thing was having her mother standing over me going, “Careful she doesn’t get cold! Oh, watch out you don’t drown her. Oh, make sure you don’t stick a rusty pole up her bottom!” Et cetera et cetera. I pointed out at least four times that I wasn’t a complete idiot, but it didn’t make a blind bit of difference. “”Oh, careful you don’t accidentally take her out of the hospital, fly her over to China and expose her to bird flu, thus precipitating a global pandemic!”
But that aside, the bath was a lovely experience – Millie cried when I first put her in, but she soon got used to it and just looked absolutely amazed by the whole experience.
I’m sure I had the same expression on my face, too. 🙂
Just being able to pick her up and carry her around is a real gift at the moment, as we’ve waited so long to be able to touch her, hold her and just do all the stuff “normal” parents do within seconds, literally, of their kids being born. It’s not been so bad, because we both hadn’t really quite known what we were missing, but now we can touch her, hold her, etc. it’s like a drug – you just want more and more. It’s very very hard not to stroke her face or hold her little hands all the time while she’s asleep. Little babies need their sleep however. 😦
Then, of course, it was feeding time again.
This took a bit longer than usual, mainly because the poor little mite was exhausted from having a bath and being absolutely amazed. She’s on four-hourly bottle feeds at the moment (mostly her mum’s milk but still given via bottle), which is a step up from the last few days when she
was on three-hourly feeds. They’re seeing if she’s happy moving to four hours and using the bottle exclusively, instead of the feeding tube which is still up her nose. However, we were told if she can take all of her feeds via the bottle for a whole 24 hours then the tube can come out of her nose; then a nurse happened to casually mention that with the tube gone there wasn’t really any reason why Millie couldn’t go home “next week”.
The Lovely Melanie were a bit gobsmacked by this (and I’m sure we both thought the same thing at that moment – an image of the boxes, dustsheets and paint pots littering our flat at the moment) but…well, there you go. After all this time the drama really could be over within
And what I keep thinking is that I’d like to be able to do something like in one of my stories,
and go back a couple of months, just to tell us back then that everything was going to be all right.
Sorry, had to stop there for a minute for a little cry.
Just typing that “everything was going to be all right” suddenly hit me rather hard. I’ve only cried once during this whole thing, and that was before Millie was born, when Mel was in hospital; but now it’s actually true, isn’t it?
Everything really is going to be all right. 🙂