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Last night when I got in from work I had a tearful phone call from Jack's Mummy. They couldn't find her partner's passport, and they were supposed to be flying to Gran Canaria early today. I made suggestions of where it could be, they had all been searched. It was decided that she would a) phone the airline and see if there was a later flight, and then b) Partner would go up to Passport House today and get new one. An hour later I phoned her to see how things were. Much worse says partner, next flight is Friday and having phoned Passport House's emergency number he had discovered that they will not issue a replacement for 7 days following the loss being reported. Apparently daughter was distraught and sobbing in the bedroom, I'll pass you over he says. In the background I heard a scream, then lots of screams, then daughters partner is back on the line thanking me for being lucky. Whilst lying on the bed feeling desolate daughter remembered taking said passport to the bank as a form of ID and, rather than having it in her bag whilst shopping, had left it in her car, obviously far safer (?). So all is now happy. Hopefully they are safely in the Canaries amd will have a wonderful holiday.
I'm missing Jack already.
Bye, bye Harry.
Ours is a very sad little house today.
Last night Hubby rushed indoors shouting out for me.
He was carrying my youngest cat, Harry.
Harry had just been hit by a car, and was dying in Hubby's arms.
It was all over in a couple of minutes and my bouncy, loving, fluffball died.
Can't write any more now.
This last week has been so up and down that I feel that by the law of averages this one should be a relaxed affair. The week started on a high. Whilst doing my daughters antenatal check I thought I detected movement. 'Have you felt baby move yet?', she responded that she wasn't sure what it should feel like. So with my hand on her tum I waited until I felt the teeny tapping again again and said 'Now'. 'Yes', said the completely dippy one, 'Well, thats Baby Bean doing his exercises', I said (tears in eyes). Daughter is thrilled.
For a couple of weeks now I have known that the next three weeks at work are going to be stressful, staff shortages through sickness, annual leave, vacancies plus new caseloads but I had prepared myself. Then an E-Mail came through telling me about a meeting to do with the proposed Midwife-led unit. I've been to every other meeting on my days off but this one is on a working day and with the staffing issues etc. I knew I couldn't go. It was the straw that broke the camels back. My stress levels soared. I had detirmined to see my manager on Friday AM and lay myself at her mercy (ask for some cover). Then, Thursday night Harry died. Friday morning came and all I wanted to do was keep my head down and not talk to anyone in the office. I had a student out with me so I told her I wanted to get all my work done ASAP 'cos I would like to be home before it was pitch black to bury my cat, I only just managed to complete the sentence as I could feel the tears coming. Manager arrives in the office, and is immediately dragged outside. Coming back in she says that a birdie has told her that I want a word. Strangest discussion ever ' Please just let me talk, very brief. Stressful three weeks etc. is there anyway I can have help this particular day?' 'Of course', manager says 'I'll do it if I can't find anyone.' Back into office manager enquires if anyone is willing to do extra, and be paid. Affirmative. This is a moment I will treasure for ever, particularly since my stress levels immediately went down a notch.
That evening, in the dark, didn't manage to finish early, we buried Harry. Pregnant daughter brought me a lovely bouquet of white roses and lilies , Hubby had phoned her at work, and we both had a cry about the fluffball.
Then Saturday. BIL's Birthday Party. It was a lovely night, conversation and Karaoke. I didn't drink 'cos alcohol fuels my emotions so remained sober, unlike some others.
BIL drinking yard of cider
On Sunday I acquired a new skill, taping and jointing. Hubby and I spent the day taping and jointing the dining room ceiling, it's good to share. We now both have aching shoulders and stiff necks, but if I tire of midwifery I can always get a job as a sub-contractor.
Jack and his Mummy and Daddy come home tonight. Although she has phoned I havn't told her about Harry, I will try and leave that a couple of days.
Tony Blair may have complete confidence in his Home Secretary, I don't.
Bifidus Digestivum what a lot of hogwash