Day Two
I woke up to find that I was in a different room. I had done a big poo in my pants. Mummy was comfortable in bed and Daddy had just left to go home to get some food and my car seat – all I was thinking was – "Gucci" & "Prada", it had better be a nice seat!
My poo was still black and it stuck to my Bum.
Daddy came back about 09.00 and cuddled me. I like my cuddles. Daddy informed me that he had just seen a demonstration of how to bathe a baby. I hope he gets it right first time, else I will cry lots to let him know its wrong.
I wonder if Mum and Dad have noticed I haven’t cried at all since my entrance to this world?
Daddy left about 13.00 to go home and pick up my maternal Grandma. They came back about 15.30 and my grandma was very pleased to see me, cuddling me and kissing me.
Then Auntie Karen turned up. She came in to the room and walked straight past me and cuddled Mummy. "Urm, helloooo I think I am suppose to be the centre of attention here", I was thinking. Then just like that – whamp, she picked me up and cuddled me. She could not put me down! I loved it though, and I could see everyone was happy I am here.
It was then when the midwife informed us that we could all go home tonight if Mummy was able to walk unaided. She gave it ago and she appeared to be a lot better and in control with her movements. That was good, because I really wanted to get out of here. The midwife then said that she would wash my lovely hair. About time too! I had poo in my hair still from when I let one float inside Mummy. After a wash and blowdry, I was ready to leave!
I was wrapped in lots of clothes and blankets and put in to my car seat, which wasn’t a Prada or Gucci one, but a Gracco one. I felt that this would be fine as I know I will be an expensive child to my parents.
We left and went in to Daddy’s car. He carried me all the way – he looked a very proud man walking through the hospital with people looking at me.
We arrived home and I was taken straight to the bedroom where Mummy and Daddy placed me in to my new crib in their bedroom.
My first night at home was a bit restless. Mummy and Daddy were learning the hard way on what I wanted. Most of the time I needed some feeding. About 2.00am, I poo’d my pants for the first time since early in the morning. Daddy was releaved as he thought I was constipated. Silly man, doesn’t he know it is not possible for babies my age to get constipation? Also I could go a few days with out a poo as the lovely juice I am getting from Mummy contains no waste.
After my poo, I settled down and let my parents get four hours sleep.