Today I took Bee for her school leaver inoculations.
Bee was one of the first group of babies to get the Red Book, formally known as the Personal Child Health Record, and as you can see, being a child myself at the time, I decorated Bee’s with stickers:
While we sat waiting our turn amongst the other anxious looking teens, doing their best to appear cool and not-anxious-at-all, we had a look through the Red Book, to see what Bee had been up to 15 years ago. Tucked inside the front cover we found a summary of the birth, containing the following interesting facts:
- Infant: Live birth (reassuring)
- DOB: 30-JUL-1995 06.23
- Birth weight: 2920g
- Blood loss: 150ml (seriously? I’m sure it was more than that…)
- Perineum: Ist degree tear (ouch)
- Follow up care – contraception: ‘reluctant to discuss as other people present’ (some might say I should have been less ‘reluctant to discuss’ nine months previously).
Feeling slightly squeamish, we flicked through to the ‘Development’ pages, to find that Bee was smiling at four weeks, sleeping through the night from six weeks (my laid-back parenting style, obviously…), and that at 13 weeks we sat her on a potty for the first time (clearly we must have thought that would be funny), where she apparently ‘performed many bodily functions’. Come on, I was 17, potty humour was funny.
The Red Book also reminded me of Bee’s first word – Girl.
She had a red girl from a set of chunky Duplo that fitted nicely in her chubby hand and which she absolutely adored. Girl came everywhere with us and we lived in permanent fear of Girl going missing. This is Bee and Girl just having enjoyed a play in a pub garden:
Eventually we were called in to see the nurse and before Bee had barely had time to strip off her many layers of black, she’d been jabbed and told to get dressed again.
Despite a pained look, she was very brave, and didn’t cry at all, and so was given a chocolate button as a reward. I asked the nurse to write it in the book so we would always know what a brave girl she had been:
It says ‘Very good (choc button)’.
She may be a school leaver, but she’ll always be my baby.