This is the twenty-fourth part of a fiction serial, in 750 words.
As I watched, tears welling up in my eyes, Leah dropped back onto the mattress. Olly stopped filming, and I ran into the room, scooping her up into my arms. Olly was grinning, his hair sticking up like some mad professor. “I heard her doing some loud ‘Gahs’ over the monitor, and came in to check on her. When I saw her standing, I went to get the camera from the study”. Calling the fitted-out boxroom a study was a stretch, but I let that go, saying she must have been hungry. I sat down in the chair and started to feed her. As I did that, Olly sent his sister a text message telling her.
I couldn’t stop crying. But at least they were happy tears.
At a reasonable hour the next morning, I rang Polly to tell her the news. But I had to leave a message, as she wasn’t in yet. When she rang back an hour later, she let me blab on excitedly, waiting until I finished speaking. “Angela, you mustn’t read too much into that at the moment, don’t be surprised if it doesn’t happen again today”. Talk about a downer, she crashed my mood with one sentence. But I took her warning seriously enough not to bother to ring my parents and tell them.
The temptation to hold her up in the cot and see if she did it again was overwhelming. But Olly was at work, and I had grocery shopping to do. I got ready, and then loaded Leah into the car seat before throwing her baby bag into the back. I never went anywhere without that bag. Using the parent and child spaces in the supermarket car park was a boon. They tended to be closer to the shop, and the extra width of them made life easier. I had become something of a busybody, very protective of those spaces. If I saw someone trying to park in one when they obviously had no baby or child with them, I would walk over and stare them out.
With the removable baby seat wedged into the trolley, I wandered around the aisles flinging stuff in. I had never been an organised shopper, someone with a list, and meal plans. I just got whatever I liked the look of, and thought about actual dinners later. That meant I normally bought too much stuff, but what the hell.
Fully-laden, and looking for a free checkout, I stood behind an elderly woman who only had a few items on the conveyor belt. She turned to look at Leah, and smiled. “How old is she, about nine months?” I told her she was almost spot on. Then she nodded like some wise sage. “Shame about her, though I’m sure you are coping well”. I would like to have replied with an aggrieved ‘What are you talking about?’ or something similar. But the look on her face told me that she could see there was something wrong with my baby.
I said nothing, and stood with my face flushed until she paid and left.
For some reason, I didn’t want to go home. I took my shopping bags out to the car, grabbed the baby bag, then carried Leah in her seat to the coffee place in the row of smaller shops opposite. I went into the baby changing room in there and changed and fed her. Then I bought myself a cappuccino, and a huge chocolate muffin. I felt a desperate need for some woman to come up to us and compliment me on my lovely daughter. But nobody did, so I stared out of the window until my coffee got cold.
When I had put the shopping away, leaving out the stuff I was using for the meal later, I could resist the temptaion no longer. I picked Leah up off the playmat where she was lying staring at the ceiling, and carried her up to her cot. I stood her up inside, and placed her tiny hands around the wooden railing. She fell onto her back with a “Gah”. I did it again, talking to her encouragingly. She fell again. I thought the third time might be lucky.
But it wasn’t.
Olly got in at a reasonable time, and as he walked through the door, he was beaming. “How did it go today? Was she crawling or standing?”
I told him I was cooking his favourite for dinner, Pesto Chicken.
Dealing with the meaning and reactions of strangers can put down a positive mood very fast. I hope Leah will show them all a great surprise. Michael
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Time will tell, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Just catching up. What a rollercoaster!
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Thanks for catching up, Siobhain.
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There is hope, albeit a small bit. How sad that one joyous moment is tearing this mom into pieces. In a way, she was better before Leah stood up. Sigh!
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Yes, you noticed that fact. Might have been better had she not stood up.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Exactly what I was thinking.
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Beautiful blog
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This is part of a very long fiction serial. I fear you may have misunderstood.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lots of ups and downs—very typical of life as a parent. Nice work, Pete!
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Thanks, Pete. Glad it feels genuine.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I can’t even imagine the fear and frustration as parents trying to navigate such uncertainty. I think they’re doing well given the circumstances. Looking forward to the next episode. C
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Written up ready for tomorrow, Cheryl. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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That clerk in the store! No excuse for that.
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It was an elderly customer in front of Angela, but I get your point, Don. 🙂
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(1) Kangaroo mothers never go anywhere without their baby bag.
(2a) Overheard in India #1: “Babies who never cry have never slept on a bed of nails.”
(2b) Overheard in India #2: “Using the parent and child spaces in the supermarket elephant park in Ludhiana was a boon.”
(3) A construction company proposed building tree houses for dogs, claiming it would be a boon to the canine community. However, city planners objected, saying that such a project would be a boondoggle.
(4) Angela bought nappies at a specialty store called Womb Atypical. They were specially designed for square poo down under.
(5) “Then she nodded like some wise sage.” Is there such a thing as a foolish sage?
(6) Bad citation: “I went into the baby changing room, but couldn’t find a magic wand. So she’s still a baby.”
(7) Overhead:
Barista: Would you like a huge chocolate muffin?
Big Mama: Nope. Got one already!
(8) At bedtime, Angela often smiled at Leah and said, “G’night!” After Angela left the room, Leah would think to herself, “Gahnite? Why is mama so obsessed with rare minerals?” So she often tried to ask mama the question: “Gahnite?” But she could never quite get it all out…
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I like the way you included my wombat poo post in your puns, and introduced another Australian animal with the Kangaroo. Two for one, excellent value! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This story is quite the emotional roller coaster, Pete…for them and us as well!
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Thanks, John. One of those ‘behind closed doors’ things that we all walk past or drive past with no idea what is happening inside.
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That lady at the store had me steaming. God people can be idiots!😡
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Some old people just say things without thinking. But she had good intuition, nonetheless.
Best wishes, Pete.
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She did, and I understand she most likely meant well, but for me it was still thoughtless, although all too common.
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That’s why I included that scene of course. 🙂
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Ah, perhaps she had help in standing up previously?
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Ooh, suspicious mind, Stevie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s all quite sad.
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Sad days are inevitable in those situations, I suspect.
Best wishes, Pete.
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