R.C. Anderson
Like father like son
May 8th 2007 04:47
I had another ante-natal appointment yesterday, up at the hospital. It seems like my whole life revolves around that place at the moment. The receptionist knows my face instantly and greets me like an old friend, and one of the doctors told me off last week … the sort of dressing down you’d expect from your mother … for not having my labour bag packed ready for the hospital.
I felt suitably chastened as she waggled her finger in my face and admonished me with stories of how my baby could be born at any time now and that I needed to pack my bag … immediately.
I promised her that I would.
That was last Wednesday
This afternoon I plan to finish my packing. Whoops … please don’t tell my doctor.
Anyway, my poke and prod session yesterday was a great success. All is fine with the baby and she has decided to settle down in the right position.
All is looking good.
As usual, I was accompanied up to the hospital by my husband and son (my daughter usually misses out due to school commitments). Bloke and Bug sit happily together listening intently as the midwife or doctor ask their questions and nodding in all the right places.
They don’t touch anything, they don’t giggle and, if they happen to lose interest in what’s going on, they have become adept in hiding it.
All in all, father and son are remarkably well behaved.
Usually.
Yesterday, Bug 2 was given the honour of looking after the important task of finding the baby’s heartbeat with the little listening gadget. While the midwife palpated my abdomen, he very carefully sat with my Bloke, the gadget held firmly in his sticky little hands.
“That’s the baby’s head,” the midwife informed me, and she was just about to explain something else when a rather loud and unexpected sound filled the small room making both of us almost jump out of our skins.
BA-BOOM BA-BOOM BA-BOOM.
“Oh,” she said pleasantly, looking at where Bloke and Bug were sitting, the gadget now clutched carefully in Bloke’s hand, “looks like you two have found dad’s heartbeat instead.”
Yes, my Bloke was holding the gadget to his chest, the volume turned up just about as far as it would go.
Well, of course, then it was Bug 2’s turn to find his heartbeat before finally turning his attentions to his unborn baby sister.
He did do an excellent job in the end, though.
There are a lot of similarities between my husband and son; many times that I’ve thought to myself: yep, he definitely takes after his father.
They both love to pull things apart (although my husband does, at least, put things back together again), they both love to know how things work and they both have ... um … interesting ideas concerning putting things away after they’ve used them … maybe that’s why they always manage to lose the one thing that they looking for. Oh, and they both have a knack of thinking outside the square.
They both make similar noises when asleep and they even both like to eat pumpkin (Bug 2 definitely didn’t inherit that particular love from me).
Bug 2 always wants his hair cut just like his dad’s and they even have the same shaped feet (although Bug’s are a fair bit smaller of course).
There are a lot of ways in which Bloke and Bug 2 obviously share the same genes but why is it that Bug 2 managed to inherit so many of his father’s annoying habits?
Like father like son … oh well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I felt suitably chastened as she waggled her finger in my face and admonished me with stories of how my baby could be born at any time now and that I needed to pack my bag … immediately.
I promised her that I would.
That was last Wednesday
This afternoon I plan to finish my packing. Whoops … please don’t tell my doctor.
Anyway, my poke and prod session yesterday was a great success. All is fine with the baby and she has decided to settle down in the right position.
All is looking good.
As usual, I was accompanied up to the hospital by my husband and son (my daughter usually misses out due to school commitments). Bloke and Bug sit happily together listening intently as the midwife or doctor ask their questions and nodding in all the right places.
They don’t touch anything, they don’t giggle and, if they happen to lose interest in what’s going on, they have become adept in hiding it.
All in all, father and son are remarkably well behaved.
Usually.
Yesterday, Bug 2 was given the honour of looking after the important task of finding the baby’s heartbeat with the little listening gadget. While the midwife palpated my abdomen, he very carefully sat with my Bloke, the gadget held firmly in his sticky little hands.
“That’s the baby’s head,” the midwife informed me, and she was just about to explain something else when a rather loud and unexpected sound filled the small room making both of us almost jump out of our skins.
BA-BOOM BA-BOOM BA-BOOM.
“Oh,” she said pleasantly, looking at where Bloke and Bug were sitting, the gadget now clutched carefully in Bloke’s hand, “looks like you two have found dad’s heartbeat instead.”
Yes, my Bloke was holding the gadget to his chest, the volume turned up just about as far as it would go.
Well, of course, then it was Bug 2’s turn to find his heartbeat before finally turning his attentions to his unborn baby sister.
He did do an excellent job in the end, though.
There are a lot of similarities between my husband and son; many times that I’ve thought to myself: yep, he definitely takes after his father.
They both love to pull things apart (although my husband does, at least, put things back together again), they both love to know how things work and they both have ... um … interesting ideas concerning putting things away after they’ve used them … maybe that’s why they always manage to lose the one thing that they looking for. Oh, and they both have a knack of thinking outside the square.
They both make similar noises when asleep and they even both like to eat pumpkin (Bug 2 definitely didn’t inherit that particular love from me).
Bug 2 always wants his hair cut just like his dad’s and they even have the same shaped feet (although Bug’s are a fair bit smaller of course).
There are a lot of ways in which Bloke and Bug 2 obviously share the same genes but why is it that Bug 2 managed to inherit so many of his father’s annoying habits?
Like father like son … oh well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
how cute is that? I had to laugh at the boys finding each others heart beats.... that`s adorable
Good luck with the new bub... hope your bags are packed and waiting!
ash
Comment by Portsmouth
You have two great boys there, but what about Bug 1? Is she more like mum or dad?
Loved the blog as always.
Lots of love from Pompey
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I love hearing real-life pregnancy stories.
Tracy
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
After I got over the shock of my Bloke's heartbeat filling the room and reverberating off the walls I thought it was quite a sweet sight as well.
Regarding the hospital bag ... all I can say is that I think I've got everything I need now. I guess only time will tell !!!
Thanks for your kind thoughts.
A.
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Bug 1? Well, if I had to make a choice I'd say she was more like me ...
... perfect in every way, of course!!
All three of them add such variety to my life that I don't know what I'd do without them.
Take care, dearest Portsmouth.
A. xxxx
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Thanks for stopping by and for your lovely comment. Hopefully there won't be too many more pregnancy stories to come ... I'm looking forward to meeting my new little girl now.
A.
Comment by Candice
Great news that Blogette has cooperated and positioned herself ready for action.
I cracked up at your story. Very, very cute!
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Oooooohhh ... I do like that. Let's hope Little Blogette is listening too.
Thanks Candice and have a great weekend.
A.
Comment by Nina
TV Babble
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Children are an amazing and rich mixture of their parents and themselves, I agree. And you're right, some of the little traits they pick up from their parents can really make you sit up and ask, "why that one?"
Thanks for dropping in, Nina.
A.
Comment by Sarah White
coolgirlsar to the rescue
One Too Many Chocolate Bars
Glad to hear all is going well with little blogette and that she's playing ball now.
I love this story of bloke and Bug 1, all your family stories are a joy to read about and always put a smile on my face.
Take Care and hope you're getting that rest that you need.
Sarah.
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop
Thanks for the encouragement and your kind words. However frustrated I occasionally feel with being in the latter stages of pregnancy, I know I can always rely on Bloke and the Bugs to give me a laugh or two and lift my spirits.
Family ... it's what it's all about.
After reading your lovely family stories on your blog, I know you'd agree with that sentiment 100%.
A.
Comment by Sarah White
coolgirlsar to the rescue
One Too Many Chocolate Bars
Comment by Andrea
V8 Supercar Pitstop