Yes, yes … I know.Â I disappeared again, didn’t I?Â But I do have good reason, as you see.
Those two little beauties up there belong to Son No 2 and his lovely partner, B.Â You’ve seen the scans in previous posts, haven’t you?Â Well, now they’re here!
The babies, S and P, are twin girls, and arrived late on Thursday afternoon last week.Â B had to be induced because her liver was beginning to fail, but the babies were a very good size for twins, weighing in at just under, and just over five pounds respectively.Â However, they were kind of reluctant to put in an appearance, and only did so after B had been wheeled into the theatre for a C-section.Â Apparently, the Italian midwife and the Russian doctor had an argument, right there in front of them, as to whether she should be allowed one more try to deliver on her own – and the doctor won.Â B said it was like some kind of surreal farce with their two very different accents and opinions*:
Midwife (heavily Italian): ‘The heartbeats are becoming irregular – it is too dangerous! She must not be permitted!’
Doctor (heavily Russian): ‘No .. no … she will be OK! The babies will be OK!Â She will try one more time!’
And try she did, and out they popped, just twenty minutes apart.
They were initially pronounced healthy, however young P, the second twin, has since caused concern and has needed antibiotics and special care.Â They don’t yet know quite what is wrong with her but she’s not feeding properly and is often very floppy, bless her. She’s had a head scan and blood tests and in all probability more scans will be scheduled, and it’s all very worrying, especially for the new parents: B is still in hospital with the twins and Son No. 2 spends all day there, from morning till night when they chuck him out.
We’ve been visiting when we are allowed, and helping as best we can, and I’ve been cooking freezer meals for them for when they get home… and in the middle of all this, I had the Brambleberry stand to do at the Greyhound Extravaganza, Kentford** which meant goods to make for sale and packing of the paraphernalia to get done, and Sid and Jeff have both had to go back to the vets: Sid for ongoing pain issues, and Jeffie for an already-scheduled ‘itchy wart’ removal.
So that has meant that, as well as trips down to the hospital and back (a journey of 30-45 minutes depending on road conditions), I’ve also had to take the dogs back and forth to their kennel to be cared for while we’ve been away not knowing when we’d get home (a journey in the opposite direction of 20-30 minutes), and I’ve had to fetch Sid back from there for his vet appointment (15 minutes in the opposite direction to the kennel) and back again to the kennel, before going out to the hospital.Â Feeling dizzy yet?Â I certainly was – and far too tired when I got home to be writing blog posts, or even chatting on Skype to my Italian friends!
Anyway.Â Here we are, with the pace of life gradually settling in the general direction of normal (whatever the hell that is).Â Little twin P is still causing concern, but there’s not much we can do apart from visit and support the parents and be there to talk to, so here I am with a catch-up post.
Must go, though. There’s two roasted chickens in the fridge waiting to be sliced and packed into freezer containers with giblet gravy, and then I have a pie filling to make with the leg and wing meat.
Now… where’s my No. 5 Robert Welch knife?
* Not verbatim, of course
** A big event for Brambleberry, and booked months ago