Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 567.

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Widdling Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 567
by Angharad
       
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“Mummy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why is there a blue flame coming out of your hand?”

“You can see it?”

“Yes, it looks as if Baby Puddin’ is on fire.”

“Does it?”

“Can’t you see it?”

“No.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, but some people might call it love. I’m trying to give love to Puddin’ to help her grow strong.”

“Is she still poorly? “

“I don’t know, she’s still very small and premature babies often have smaller lungs.”

“What are lungs?” Goodness, something she doesn’t know about.

“Things in your chest that you breathe through. When we get home and have a few minutes, I’ll show you some pictures on the internet to explain it. But, essentially, they’re like two balloons inside your chest which fill with air when you breathe in, and shrink when you breathe out.”

“How do they work?”

“Can I show you when we get home, but it’s about diaphragm pressures and things.”

“Mummy, what’s a diagram?”

“Diaphragm, it’s a like a vacuum bag the lungs are in.”

“Like the one on the cleaner–full of yucky stuff?”

“No, least I hope not. Can you still see the blue light?”

“Yes, but it’s fading on your hand.”

“What about Puddin’?”

“She’s still covered in blue. Is it really making her better?”

“I hope so, but I don’t honestly know. Hopefully, Stella will be up to see her tomorrow and that should cheer her up, her own mummy coming to see her.”

“Would your magic light work on, erm, my thingamabob?”

“Why what’s wrong with it?”

“Could you turn me into a proper girl?”

“As far as I’m concerned, you are a proper girl,” I hugged her, and the phrase, ‘a proper little madam,’ went through my mind. “Being a boy or girl isn’t about what’s between your legs, but what goes on in your head.” I tapped her on the top of the head, “In here. It’s how you see yourself as well as what your body says.”

“I’d still like to be a real girl, Mummy.” So would I, sweetheart, so would I. “You are, Trish. Only special girls can see the light you saw me put into Puddin’, even I can’t see it. So you are very special, but we have to keep it a bit quiet because not everyone likes it, so it would be better if you didn’t tell anyone about it. Is that alright?”

“Yes, Mummy, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Come on, let’s go home.”

As we passed the nurses station, I asked the nurse how Puddin’ was doing?”

“She’s coming along very well, especially in the last couple of days, she’s gained a few grammes. We’re quite pleased with her.”

“Hopefully, when Stella, her mother comes up tomorrow, she’ll make real progress,” I said as much for something to say as anything.

“Oh I don’t know, she seems to react to you quite well, too, are you the mother’s sister?”

“Sister in law.”

“You obviously have the touch with prem babies. And you, young lady, how old are you?”

“I’ll be five in March,” said Trish, “and I’ll be going to school after Easter.”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Oh yes, if Mummy can afford the fees.” I felt myself blush.

“Oh, it’s a private school, is it–my little lad, goes to the school down the road.”

“I couldn’t get her in anywhere, except a private school.”

“I know, it’s awful, the good schools are all oversubscribed.”

“I know, we tried them all.”

“So is Desdemona, your cousin?”

“Yes, but we call her Puddin’.”

“A nick name for the bulge Stella had.”

“Oh yeah, I get it. Yeah, I like it.”

“Daddy calls Mummy, Babes.”

“Does he now, what does he call you?”

“Mummy calls me, clever clogs.”

“Are you a clever girl then?”

“Mummy says I’m special.” I felt myself blushing.

“Come on, Trish, let’s get back and get tea for Gramps and Daddy.”

“Because, I can read already.” I felt my whole body heave with relief.

“Can you now? What does that say?” asked the nurse pointing at a sign on the door.

“Do you mean the bit that says hospital or special babycare unit?”

“You are a clever clogs, aren’t you?”

“So is my gramps, he’s a professor and Mummy is a university teacher.”

“So what does Daddy, do?”

“He works in a bank.”

“That’s a bit unusual today,” she said winking at me. I just hoped she wouldn’t say he owned it.

“Daddy is a bit unusual, so is my other Gramps, he works in a bank, too.”

“Oh well, you should be alright for a loan, then.”

“I can see a dark thing near your tummy,” said Trish to the nurse.

“Yes, I’ve just come back to work, I had my appendix out.”

“Here,” said Trish, pointing to the nurses abdomen.

“That’s where I had my operation. Has she done this before?” the nurse asked me.

“No, lucky guess, I suppose. Anyway, we have a three year old at home, so we’d better get a move on.”

“Interestin’ all the same,” said the nurse, “if she has the gift, help her develop it.”

“I’m a scientist, I’m not sure I believe in any of that stuff.”

“I’ve seen too many weird and wonderful things in hospital to dismiss it all. Some people are natural healers, some become doctors and nurses without knowing it. Others probably never know that they help others to get better.”

“Mummy can do that, she’s makin’ Puddin’ better.”

“I know, sweetie, we have noticed.” I blushed as these two discussed me.

We eventually got back to the car, “I thought we’d agreed we wouldn’t tell anyone about what I was doing to Puddin’?”

“I didn’t tell her about the blue flames, Mummy.”

I felt like banging my head on the steering wheel, but that would likely set off the air bag. I can’t even win an argument with Kiki, what chance do I have with Trish?

We stopped off on the way back and did some shopping. I topped up the bread machine stuff, flour and yeast. Then from memory got a few things for the cupboard, and bought a bag of rolls to keep in the freezer. We got some fresh vegetables and some fish and meat.

I also got two small packs of sweets for the girls, unless Simon saw them first. Trish helped me carry the shopping to the house and I opened the door with my key. The house was empty. “Si, Tom, Meems, where are you?”

I closed the door and ran upstairs, knocking and entering Tom’s room, he wasn’t there. “I wonder where they’ve gone?” I said to Trish.

“To the hospital,” she said.

“How do you know?” this child’s powers were remarkable.

“There’s a note on the fridge door, can I have a drink?”

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