Before there were four
on Oct 18 in General by KerryDan is working tomorrow and we’re at the hospital on Friday, so today was the last day it would be just the 3 of us together.
Dan has previously written about how he feels guilty for Amy losing out when the baby comes, but I’ve never felt that way. Somehow this morning when he mentioned it was our last day together, I felt really sad. I know things are only for the better and I am really pleased Amy is going to have a sibling but today felt poignant.
Dan asked Amy what she wanted to do and she named a list of activities. We ended up editing this slightly but agreed we would take her to the toy shop to buy some cars, Tropical World and a play gym. We even threw in a trip to McDonalds at lunchtime. She seemed quite excited at the prospect but then managed to get progressively grumpy as the day wore on.
As Dan pointed out, starting the day in Toys’R’Us and not letting her buy everything in the shop was not the best idea. We then went to Next where she tried on some shoes but again we wouldn’t let her buy the ones that were 2 sizes too small, another black mark for Mummy and Daddy.
McDonalds went ok, as did Tropical World. We then had our next black mark when the pub with play gym was shut for refurbishment. I made several frantic phone calls to friends, relatives and directory enquiries to find an alternative venue whilst Dan tried to stop Amy from crying. Eventually we ended up at the Three Nuns Inn in Mirfield in a Wacky Warehouse. Amy seemed to like it but we weren’t so impressed with the sickly yellow lighting. Never mind, it was all about Amy after all.
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Looking at that photo I should be remembering the day we had and the special bond between myself and my daughter. Instead all I can think is “My god I’m bald”.
We did the same thing with our son when our daughter was born. He was three years old, and the c-section was planned several weeks in advance. I remember taking him to a play place, then to McDonald’s, and even to the park. He was all good with his sister arriving the next day.
The one who had trouble with it was our cat! He pooped on our bed the morning that we left for the hospital. He’d never done that before, or since.
There will still be plenty of “Amy days”. Kerry do you remember the trips to London, just the two of us, the aborted attempt to see Barnum but the Science Museum instead and then losing Neil’s balloon at Waterloo. Queuing for 4 hours so you could see Princess Di’s wedding dress and you weren’t well, but there was no way you were leaving, despite me trying to advise otherwise. I can also remember trying so hard to make sure you felt good about Neil’s arrival. The Christmas Eve just after he was born, insisting your Dad trail across Lippstadt at 2am to the flat to find the wendy house that was on your Christmas list (everything else was at the new house) in case you were disappointed. We didn’t find it for another week until we had unpacked and of course you didn’t mind at all.
Like you say times are changing and isn’t it exciting too.
Well Dan, I was thinking how young you look holding Amy but as you have mentioned the hair I can only add that you are in good company – her Grandad doesn’t have as much hair now either.
Yes, but I’m balder than her grandad and he has, what? 48 years on me?
Your post reminded me of when my siblings were born – and how each of them came back with a present – apparently chosen by them (yeah right, because day old children can shop you know !) though to be honest I didn’t think this when when my first brother was born. I was really pleased that he came back from the hospital along with Mum and a big blonde haired doll for me. I was really pleased about the Mum and doll bit but less than impressed with him as all I could see him doing was screaming, having his nappy changed and basically turning the house upside down and of course taking attention away from me. To be fair I was only just 5 years old myself. My youngest brother and I have talked about how we are the only ones who have memories of being with Mum on our own for any length of time and how special those memories are.
Keeping fingers crossed for you all xx