I had expected tantrums from JP after his second set of immunisations, but after a heartfelt “how could you mummy” scream, he settled, snuggled and accepted the numerous unwashed kisses I guilty bestowed on his cradle capped head. Why health workers think new Mums will be ‘up and at em’ at 9am is beyond me. JP delivered a nappy parcel just two minutes before I was due to leave. In making a call between washing my face and brushing my teeth the face cloth won. And to think, I NEVER used to go out the door without make-up, perfume and final mirror check.
The only bonus for this bleary eyed Mum was that being first in the queue meant no anticipatory waiting room screams. As the first on the list, all the other anxious Mums and bottle-ready Dads had the pleasure of listening to JP’s scream of parental betrayal.
As we hastily said goodbye to the health visitor, one sock on and one sock off, we thanked her as is customary when someone stabs a huge needle in you. I couldn’t help thinking that JP should have reserved his golden arc of pee for today.
