The Little Terrorist

It is fair to say that for the last 7 months whilst Sandie has suffered from a tremendously difficult pregnancy, I have been what Social Security might call the “Primary Carer” for 22 month old Maxime. It’s been a lot of fun in many respects – it’s funny to hear him call out “Papa, Papa” as soon as he wakes at the crack of dawn, and now I’m certainly more adept in getting him ready for creche in the morning in less 90 minutes. However complacency is a dangerous thing as I found out to my cost this morning. I thought the quickest option to resolve the issue of a dirty nappy was to whisk him under the shower. I took the nappy to the bin in the kitchen not realising that I was being followed. I turned around to see a happy smiling face which took great delight in uttering the word “caca”. My jaw dropped when I realised that I hadn’t made sure the nappy was nice and full before heading for the kitchen....let’s just say the bathroom and the hallway through to the kitchen reminded me of the Irish dirty protest in the 1980s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_hunger_strike) ...you could say that it was like the Hunger strike but without the hunger as Maxime proceeded to eat his own breakfast and half of mine. Humpf

Thankfully the news from the hospital was better and put something of a spring in my step. Whilst chickens are still not being counted, the second paediatrician who set the babies up in the ICU on Friday morning came and spoke to us today. She was really quite happy with Capucine’s behaviour since the birth stating that the way she was acting was really not in a way that is typically associated with really sick children. A nurse also later told us that the general feeling in the department is that the pair of them are doing well and really aren’t a source of huge concern for the nurses, especially when compared to another baby currently in ICU who was born at 25 weeks.....that said, fingers remain firmly crossed for the brain scan tomorrow however.