Jun

Who’s your daddy??

I mean of course I was ready! But just because he checked to see if I was and thereby finding my secret stash of tea, (which I won’t share), my gummi-bears and of course in light of my personality, i.e. not to be outdone. I’m going to let you into some secrets in Led’s life.

I don’t think it will come as a surprise that the man is excited…

I’m sure that NO ONE guessed that from the Blog, the Time Capsule etc. etc. etc.

I think recently Norwin realised that times had changed, when I stopped abruptly cooking and he was forced to take over the domesticity of the kitchen. Since then, the Mr Delivery menu and Extreme Delivery menu, have become his firm friends. We have eaten a lot of sushi, from our faithful little store up the road, they get sooooo excited when he arrives or phones, they know they are in for a big order.

A couple of weeks ago, he asked me if my 10 year old niece would let us borrow a doll??? Huh?

Swaddling, good to know how to do… I hear. My mom had bought us a special blankie which will allow us to do this with ease, but as I understand the Virgo German, one needs to practice the art (concept testing and pilot testing where bandied around – but I lost my project management brain about 3 months back). Having watched and then ordered a dvd on the matter, I had to persuade my niece to part with her baby love doll.

The aforementioned arrived home, with great conspiracy with the niece… it has a secret switch which I was under direction to switch on at a strategic time and hand over to the husband, as it began to wail and wail and wail, his response was a very reserved ‘OH GEES!’. This was followed by a very strong need to tilt the baby from top to toe, top to toe… I didn’t realise until I asked that this was how his sister’s dolls had switched off. The following words went on the lines of ‘we’ll have to find the off button, could you phone Tamsin?’ Does he know the little boy doesn’t have an off switch? Oh well, we’ll just phone Tamsin.

Last week I sms’d him to say I think the baby is ready… I should have clarified this statement. Smoke rose in the basement of Absa Towers Parking as I believe what was Norwin, came speeding out of it, finally he sms’d back ‘like right now???’ . Realising my mistake I had to react quickly. I understand that the route map is planned from home, not from work.

Of course regardless of route, it’s dubious as to whether we’ll find our way once we reach the hospital. Led has been unable to differentiate between labour ward and maternity ward for the last nine (9) months. This is not helped by the fact that we go to labour ward every week for an NST, but Led gets lost each time. Between the Dr’s office and labour ward is a floor, and between Labour ward and Maternity is a section… but every week, they applaud him when he finally finds the place, we’re like old friends there.

During our birth prep classes, we had a Saturday morning dedicated to breathing, of course we were dedicated to the natural route at the time. Sadly the amount of oxygen we both consumed during all the planned breathing, resulted in nothing else than guffaws of laughter. This was much to the consternation of all except us, who knew what the joke was… NOT! There is laughing gas in the labour ward, I guess Led will get more than I will. We’ll go back and return the empties and apologise once this is all over.

Other than that Norwin has busied himself as said with arranging the technology and like, tonight we finally got the monitor sorted, with mom and dad to be whispering in all manner of different volumes into and away from the receiver. Led also volunteered to lie in the baby’s cot and not breath for a few minutes, the cats got the better of him.

The car seat is a bit of a mystery, but he is analytically sorting that one out, I see him staring into the distance, I assume, seatbelts etc. are on his mind… Alternatively it could be the road trip (on motorbikes) he and his son are going on when the boy reaches 16, or the go-cart that is shortly to arrive from Cape Town. Maybe it’s just his son, which he loves so much already. Here’s to a wonderful dad who has no clue what he’s in for…

With love

The Tubi Tummy