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| Bringing New Baby Home |
Lottie and Ester went with me
to pick up Lesley and Levi to bring them home from the hospital.
Ester took Levi and I thought
she was going to smoother him with kisses. She had already fallen in love with
him.
Lesley was as expected a
little weak but I knew she would be back to normal very soon. Lesley moved over
next to me as we drove home and said, “I have missed you.”
“Missed me? I have been right
here all the time,” and then it dawned on me what she meant.
I smiled at her and said “I
have missed you too.”
She said, “Give me a few
weeks and that problem will be solved,” and she did something uncharacteristic for
her; she winked at me.
Upon arriving home a couple
people who helped keep up our place met us and wanted to see Levi. They really
cared for Lottie and kept an eye on her when she was outside and they were
going to feel the same about Levi.
I hoped that they would still
have time to do their work while watching over the kids as they grew up. Yet it
was a comforting feeling to know the people you hired felt that way about your
kids.
I had asked the grandparents
to wait a week before coming over and give us time to return to our new norm.
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| Many arms were holding the new baby |
Between Lottie, Ester, and
Lesley, Levi didn’t get much time to cry because someone was always holding
him. I had to tell them to back off a bit and let him have some scream time.
I said, ‘He will be completely
spoiled by the time he is six weeks old.”
They did a little better
after than, but not much. The only time I got to see him was when someone else
was holding him.
I figured I would make up for
this as he grew up and we did some man stuff together.
The next few weeks seemed to
pass slower than usual but then Lesley went for her final checkup and the
doctor gave her a clean bill of health.
She came home smiling and
said, “It’s time.”
I thought, “Time for what?”
and then it dawned on me.
Sometimes I’m pretty dense
and it takes me a while to work through things.
I just said “Its time and I’m
glad.”
A couple weeks later while
engaged in things, “I said are you ready for another young’un?”
She quickly retorted; “The
memory is still too fresh in my mind about what it’s like to carry and bare a
child to want another real soon. Perhaps
after a couple of years when the memory has faded and I see a newborn in
someone else’s arms.”
I laughed at that and said,
“So be it.”
One of life’s pleasures is
watching Levi nurse as he strokes his mother’s breast while he suckles. He
started it early on and probably will continue it until he is weaned off the
breast and put on a bottle.
That will be his first
trauma.
I had to buy a lot of extra
groceries for there was always someone coming over and wanting to see Levi and
we always ended up feeding them.
The grandparents were there
every day making over him.
I finally hired the daughter
of our cook part time to help in the kitchen. She worked as much as she was
needed which often turned out to be full time.
Her mother was on her case
all the time for she wouldn’t allow any sluffing off in her domain.
Lesley resumed designing her
line of baby ware and about once a week she would have me sketch her creations.
I didn’t mind doing things for her but this was a bit boring.
I knew a young man I met when
taking some modern art studies who was an excellent design artist and I had him
come over and look at what Lesley, and Ester was doing. He immediately was
interested and by the time they had lunch they were talking like old friends.
He looked at some of my drawings
and immediately made suggestions to improve on my work.
This proved my point that
women are far better at designing baby ware than men.
By the time the day was
finished I was fired and Jim had been hired.
As I relaxed that evening, I
thought boy are you smart! Getting out of that job was masterful.
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| Yes, I might be Interested !! |
To Be Continued
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