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Monday 9th June 2008
Back home
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Upon waking, I got A****** dressed and we had our breakfast. Then Pop came around and, whilst A****** and Pop were playing with A******'s new Bob the Builder 5-vehicle playset, I had to leave - back to Ward 17 to pick up M**** and R******. Not surprisingly, the promised (i.e. promised the previous day) early morning visitation of the paediatrician had not occurred. We were advised to wait for the paediatrician to check over R****** before leaving. By about midday, we were like, "Well, we're going anyway; we're sick of waiting," and I started moving bags to the car. R****** was obviously fine, was feeding fine and had filled his nappy several times with both urine and grey goo. Oddly, a few minutes later, the paediatrician mysteriously turned up, having finished with all those emergency cases and high priority things that had prevented a five minute check of R******. That's how long it took - five minutes. Not surprisingly, the paediatrician gave R****** the all-clear (I forgot to mention this yesterday: APGAR score of 10! Blimey. A****** was something like 2 or 3). So, we figured that was it. But no . . . then some midwife was like, "Erm, yeah . . . but you gotta wait for us to write all this stuff up now, 'cos like you need his red book thing and all his notes. You can't leave until we've done that." So I was like, "Can't I just come back later, pick it up then?" but I don't think this conversation was with a midwife, because the response was, "Well, paperwork doesn't take priority over babies and mothers. I'll have to get the midwife to speak to you. Give me a moment." Some midwife, Liz, then came over to see M**** (I don't think we, erm, had the chance to warm to Liz) and was like, "Yep. Okey dokey. Pick the notes up later then. Give us a ring before you set off," and away we went. Sad, really, given the fantastic job done by the staff throughout the labour/delivery. Their priorities seemed a bit out of kilter: we didn't need the paperwork done immediately - we just needed the paediatrician's all-clear (and, oddly, the woman opposite M**** got this very thing long, long before M****, this despite the woman explaining that she couldn't go anywhere until later on that night, when her partner had finished work).
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A****** meets R******
 Helen/Nanna popped round at about 15:30-ish. A****** and Pop got back some time between 15:30 and 16:00 (having spent an exciting day on boats and trains), and granny/granddad (i.e. my parents) swapped places with Pop at about 16:30 (?!). A****** clearly took to R****** quite well, tenderly stroking his head and, unprompted, kissing him on the cheek. A****** still can't decide whether to call him 'little baby brubber' or 'War-wee' but seems happy with things, having had several exciting days out with relatives recently and a number of presents (hence, the Bob the Builder playset, for example). Oh - forgot to say - the tractor A****** is clutching is a model Ford New Holland that we had previously bought under the pretext that this is a present from R****** to A****** or some-such. God knows. It was M****'s idea.
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