Every Monday I take charge of my beautiful grand daughter Casey. She is delivered at 715 a.m. precisely at which time she looks me up and down and cries as she knows that her mother is about to disappear out of the door leaving her with me! Mind you the crying only last about 5 mins and then she happily sits there while I perform a silly dance or bung a plaything with plenty of lights in front of her to keep her amused.
I have had four children and you would have thought that would have made a difference to my coping but it doesn't, I am so nervous. I made a conscientous decision to spend time with my grand-daughter every Monday, I devote the whole day to her as I want her to grow up knowing me and hopefully create some sort of bond
The very first time I took delivery my nerves were in shreds I carefully placed her in the walker and turned my back on her to do the dishes and what did she do she stood up under my wooden table and banged her head and screamed. That was it. I was ready to dash to the hospital but luckily my daughter hadn't gone to work and advised me that I was over-reacting that she had only had a little bump.
When her mam rang, she does ring often, I admitted what had happened and fair play to her she was as cool as a cucumber. I said I wouldn't be looking after her anymore as I wasn't capable. She poo poo'd that idea and told me not to be so silly.
My confidence has slowly returned we have a little routine, we go to town, have lunch, have a sleep and before you can say 'bob's your uncle' her mam is through the door hugging her and kissing her. Every Sunday night I look forward to my Monday morning and seeing that little quizzical face, I am such a lucky mamgu.