Hello, Mates!
This is Grandma Caryl guest blogging for the new Mommy! Whew! It has been a whirlwind of activity since my arrival on Friday morning. Allie collected me from the airport with a "Hey, Mom. So I think I am in labor" (or 'labour' if you are British -- they use so many extra letters here!) I replied with "Do I have time to take a shower?" (it was a long flight, okay!) and "Why are you here?" Turns out, I did have time to get myself smelling a little fresher, and her journey to the airport distracted her a bit from thinking she had to race to the hospital.
So, long story short (or not), she updated Mathew on her status throughout the day, he raced home at an appropriate pace, we all hung out for awhile then hopped in a taxi bound for St. Thomas's Hospital. (Side note -- the taxi ride was super scary. At one point the cabbie was playing chicken with an ambulance and I was wishing I had Allie's 'just in case my water breaks in the cab' absorbent mat in the front seat with me). Luckily, I did not pee my pants and Allie's water did not break in the taxi. I did want her to pour her bottled water on the back seat just to make the guy THINK she messed up his back seat. Oddly enough, she just wasn't in the mood for retribution for the cabbie almost giving her mother heart failure.
We arrived at the hospital and she was put in a room with large windows and an ok view of Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament -- looked like we could almost reach out and touch them (Mat probably could with his fantastically long arms). After Allie laid around twiddling her thumbs for a few hours (haha - she is never going to let me guest blog again), little Poppy Renee Horvath made her way into the world and, surprisingly, neither Mat nor I caused bodily harm to the midwife delivering her : ) Her bedside manner was not quite up to snuff in my book.
Mummy, Daddy, and Poppy went home on Saturday afternoon. They don't let the new moms and babies hang out too long in the hospital, do they?! They do, however, send out midwives to check on baby and Mummy a couple times in their first week, which is nice. So far the Horvath family has passed with flying colours (see that extra letter auto-correct added in 'colors'?!)
Since I am a dispensable member of this threesome caring for Poppy, I have been venturing out on my own now and again to do a little exploring. I almost feel like a native Londoner -- I have an Oyster Card and keys to a flat in my pocket, I walk to the grocery store if it's not raining instead of taking a bus, I get annoyed at people who don't stand to the right on escalators, and three people have asked me for directions and I have been able to give them! Geez, I have only been here a week! (I did hail a bus from the wrong side of the street - but that has surprisingly only happened once in this land of everything being opposite)!
I will now turn this blog I have pirated back to Poppy's mom for the posting of pictures! Cheers!
The new Momma Keys here - I have nothing exciting or funny to add to this blog post but I do have some pictures of my adorable child. You're welcome :)
Poppy and I going out on our first walk! She didn't even notice we'd left the house.
Hanging out on the quilt Grandma Caryl made her.
Sleeping with Daddy. Just melts my heart.
She does this 95% of the time these days (at least one of us is sleeping!).. but seriously.. how cute is she? We think she is the best thing since sliced bread and we spend most of our time just staring at her.
I have nothing else funny or clever to say because I'm too tired.
The end.
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