Have you missed me?
I can't believe that I left the Us-Pad at home when we headed up to the Middle of the Darling Daughters' home last Friday. It meant no Daily Blog for
several days - and I had such a lot to say, too. To be fair, we did leave in a bit of a hurry when the news came through that The Twins were on their way. We were all set to welcome them into the world today but babies won't be dictated to by any diary or
calendar. Tala and Lilia just weren't prepared to wait any longer to put in an appearance.
Yes, they are here - and I have spent the last five days in Doting Grandmother mode, doing my best to share my time
between my daughter, my brand new grand-daughters and, of course, Young Faris who has taken to his Big Brother status with a joy which is a wonder to witness. His dad thinks he believes they are toys - but I am not so sure. I saw the look on his face when
he gazed at his little sisters as they lay there in the crib close together, swaddled in pink and white blankets, sleeping peacefully. I will make sure that he writes tomorrow's Daily Blog so that you can hear his reaction to his new status first hand.
The annoying thing about not being able to blog was that so many hilarious things happened to me while I was away doing the Nanni Bit, any one of which I could easily have made into a stand-alone blog. I shall have to
try to list just a few of them today.
Because of building works going on downstairs (the Middle of the Darling Daughters never does anything by halves) Faris and I spent most of our time in a fairly confined
space upstairs. Every so often - for example when preparing his meals in the kitchen downstairs or making myself one of my endless cups of much needed coffee - it was necessary to resort to the combination of high chair and video recorder to keep my small
charge out of mischief. Would you believe it took me three days to work out how to use the remote controls to turn the machine on? Every morning the Son in Law would roll his eyes at me and take me through the instructions once more. As soon as he left the
room, Young Faris would head for the plug and turn the video recorder off at the mains, looking at me with challenge in his eyes.
I have now watched Despicable Me so many times that I can quote chunks of dialogue
off by heart. The three girls in the film remind me a bit of my Little Welsh Boys though I don't think they would be too pleased to hear that. It's the way they look out for each other, get into all kinds of mischief, and have loving hearts. I also keep seeing
people who look just like the characters in the film. Plus I could swear I saw Gru's mother being pushed in a wheelchair along one of the hospital corridors last Sunday....
Ah, yes, hospital corridors. St
George's Hospital, Tooting, is a massive hospital. Every day I managed to lose myself in the corridors while searching out the canteen, Marks and Spencer's cafe, the lift to the Maternity Wing and the front entrance. "Meet me in the car park, by the pay machines,"
the Son in Law would instruct me, adding cautiously (and obviously mindful of the Video Problem): "You do know how to get there, don't you?" It would not be a problem, I told him airily, every finger crossed. It was, of course. Well it was dark outside and
everything looks different in the dark, doesn't it? That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it (as my dear Mum used to say.)
Then there was the morning when we all overslept and the builders, unable to
get a response from all their knocking at the door, went to the neighbour's house to borrow the key - and set the alarm off on entering. As it was my job to turn off the alarm each morning, I wasn't too popular.
I spent most of the time with my daughter and her girls in her hospital room, feeding and cuddling the littl'uns. It's a hard life but someone has to do it. I have to tell you of the time one of the hospital staff entered the room where my daughter
and I were each feeding a baby and wondered which of us was the mother! I would have been rather chuffed but the lighting was somewhat dim. Very dim, in fact.
On the day of the new mum's return home with her
babies, the builders and cleaners were finishing off work on the extension to the very last minute. It was just like one of those TV programmes where they carry out a house makeover while the owners are away. "She'll be home in fifteen minutes!" I announced
and everyone redoubled their efforts to get everything done and disappear in time. They made it by the skin of their teeth and my daughter returned home to a beautiful, clean, extended home. Mind you, that was before Faris was let loose in it...
One day we will tell Tala and Lilia about the day they were born and the days that followed. For the moment I will, as they say, keep it all in my heart, those special, precious
days in a hospital room with my daughter and her daughters. Precious days that Tala and Lilia will never remember.
And I will never forget.