Linnea update

She plays with teddies now. She puts them in the buggy, feeds them porridge, and tucks them up into beds made of towels. (She was quite insistent about the porridge, apparently, and refused to eat her breakfast without the teddy).

She sings - usually Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.

She pretends. She pretends to drink or eat, she pretends to talk on the phone, she pretends with her teddies. It's so grown up! She's playing Mum!

She's taking nappies off again from time to time. We've moved the potty into the main part of the house, where she actually plays. She often raises her bottom from the mat so that I can slide the new nappy underneath. She also often ups and leaves if she's not interested in a new nappy. You win some, you lose some.

She says "Towl" for towel and was upset today at the pool when I used her towel for my hair; I had to take it off and give it back. I wonder when we should stop using her little corner-hood towels? They're really most useful, but I'm sure I remember a friend telling me her son had "outgrown" them. I find them very useful for myself, though, so perhaps he was an unusually large child...

The Health Visitor Cometh

She came, we talked, she apologised for not being my health visitor (my lovely one who retired), and she has now gone away with a list of three things she's going to do for me.

She's going to investigate physiotherapy options for my phsyical issues. She's going to see if I can talk to my community midwife about the last month of my pregnancy to see if any of it was preventable, and she's going to see whether I'm still on a waiting list for PTSD counselling.

And she's going to come again at some point in the next two weeks, phoning first to check I'm in. I am glad I'm going to be checked up on.

She doesn't think I'm going to hurt Linnea. Apparently people who consider calling the police in case they hurt their baby tend not to actually do it. (No, I never actually called the police, yes I considered it on days when none of my friends would have been available to come and nor would Rob. No, I have never struck Linnea).

When the health visitor left, I cried, and Linnea patted me on the head and chirped at me with "OK? OK?" noises until I laughed. It didn't take long. She's so grown up!