So Noel and Posie are home already, the doctors rightly presuming that the baby will heal quicker in familiar surroundings than in a hospital. But the little boy still has a catheter and drain attached, which means that he’s in constant discomfort, he can’t move around freely, and there’s only limited means of entertainment. He spent much of last night writhing in post-op pain and I’m so tired today I’m on a crash diet: chocolate and caffeine ’till I crash. (At least I slept. which is more than poor Posie.) This morning we found the one thing that would keep him calm was Campbell’s old Teletubbies tapes. Teletubbies is a beautiful show and it totally does its job, but after sitting with a Tele-sedated Noel on my lap for four episodes in a row, all I can say is:
(Never) Again! (Never) Again!