Well. What do you know? Sunday, my bedroom is burgled while we're at home. Tuesday, the fingerprint officer comes round to take fingerprints off the windowsill (I'd left the window wide open). Wednesday, Detective Derek rings me to tell me they found some loyalty cards of mine while they were executing a search warrant at a property on another matter. They have a suspect in for questioning! Burgled on Sunday, prolific female burgler being questioned on Wednesday. Bloody good work, New Zealand Police!
When I had a horrible vomitty bug, my mum would hold my hair and tell me it would pass and bring me lemonade iceblocks and lemon and barley water to keep me hydrated. She'd change the sheets and keep the room fresh and I recovered in no time. When I had a cold or the flu, she would make a hearty beef and vege broth and Dad would buy me new books and read to me if my eyes were too sore to read on my own. Sometimes I pretended my eyes were sore when they weren't just so he would stay with me longer. And he did. I did the same for my daughter and I knew I'd got a pass mark as a parent when she cooked up that soup at her flat when she was at uni and delivered it to me the first time I was sick when she had gone flatting. Loving and nurturing comes so easy when you've been loved and nurtured. How on earth do you learn it when all you've known is fear and pain?
I have joined the exalted ranks of the grandparents! Mother and son doing brilliantly, with doting father sleeping on the floor of the hospital ward. 7lb, 1oz - no intervention required and a day before his due date. Feeding like a champion, so really - it couldn't have gone more splendidly. I cannot WAIT to meet him!