Blogging will be both sporadic and baby-centred for the next couple of weeks as I have started my babysitting duties in London. Millie's Mum went back to work today, leaving me in charge. It is a huge, though delightful, responsibility and I am trusting in Nature to supply the grandmaternal instinct for the task because I seem to have forgotten all I must have known when caring for my own babies!
We rehearsed feeding Millie with a bottle yesterday - so far she has resisted and this was adding to the anxiety Her Mummy was feeling about leaving her. It wasn't very successful and everyone ended up in tears but I assured my daughter that babies don't starve when food is available. I wasn't feeling as confident as I sounded. Today we had lots of distressing scenes until I hit on a ploy that seems to be working: instead of holding Millie on my lap and offering her the bottle, I propped her on pillows on the sofa and held the bottle towards her; she grabbed it with both hands, pulled it to her mouth and guzzled happily away.She may be only 17 weeks old but she knows what she wants and a bottle filled with mother's milk is not the same as mother herself; so long as I acknowledge that and don't try to fool her, I think we'll get along just fine. But oh, I'm exhausted! Tomorrow can only get better.