Today Gracey, my granddaughter is 2 years old and for those two years of her life I have only seen her for 28 days and I’m not at all happy about it but it is something I have to put up with having made the decision to leave Italy and return home in 2004. My two older children were born and bred there and they have made lives for themselves of which I am only a small part. It’s not ideal but we make it work for us; sure the pain of not being close to them never leaves.
But on to merrier things, Gracey my darling sweetheart who I wish I could spoil as much as I want to is two and that landmark cannot be missed. In actual fact a week ago I started the birthday present hunt on the Italian Amazon site knowing that if I ordered earlier enough I could get free delivery. It works very well for families like mine that are scattered across different countries. I chose a small kitchen with pots and pans, spoons and plates and food to pretend cook with and for good measure I ordered our favourite book Meg and Mog too.
I have already spoken about how Megan broke the news she was pregnant When she gave birth to Gracey, I was one of the first people to be phoned and straight after that phone call I booked my ticket. My son Tommy was here in the UK and decided to go back to Italy for a week’s holiday and so I roped him in to helping me with my one year old twins on the flights. Thankfully it was ok, both girls were fine and settled down for a quick snooze whilst they were a mile high. However the toughest week of my life lay ahead of me as I was about to discover.
The need to get out to Italy to see my daughter and be on hand to help her in those first weeks was so great it turned me into some kind of superwoman, ‘I can handle the twins on my own in Italy, after all I do every day here whilst you’re at work.’ How I was to eat those words.
Megan was in true ‘new mum’ form – a kind of hazy, lovey-dovey, porridge-brained darling. She was so in love with this beautiful creature she had given birth to that she couldn’t keep a complete thought in her head at all. She jumped from shopping lists, to tidying away her baby gifts to generally not having a clue what day it was with such ease it was mystifying. I knew I had to step in and lay some
rules guidance down.
For the longest, toughest week of my life, I helped Megan learn how to bathe her baby, breastfeed her and settle her for a sleep. I tried to show how she could use baby’s sleep time to wash her own hair, write the shopping list, put the baby’s gifts away and even run a mop over the floor where her two dogs had been drooling.
Meantime the twins aged 1 were in their element. New house to explore by crawling into anything and everything. Mum’s attention elsewhere and there was no
cage playpen to put them in! I was so glad to get them into bed at the end of the day. I slept with ears on elastic, listening out for them to wake so I could run in and get them before they disturbed the happy household and trust me by the end of my week I was exhausted and in tears of thankfulness at the thought of going home.
A pirate party is what the little lady would like so thanks to Asda and John Lewis I was able to send over a parcel with eye patches, treasure to put in a chest, candles for the cake and party bags for her guests, I just wish with all my heart I could be there to celebrate her too.
Happy Birthday my darling.
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