(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?”
Comments
Special powers
Sometimes you don't need special powers, you just have to open your eyes and look. ;-)
They know they can survive
If Trish Can See The Light,
Who else can see it? Does she have the gift like Cathy?
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
That young lady..
Okay, both of them, but I was referring to Trish this time. She's a really smart kid, as she's demonstrated soo often so far. I worry about the "dark spot" though... Hopefully that's just the scar tissue, and not some kind of growth as well.
Interesting episode. Wonder why the others decided to visit the Hospital, and didn't call to let them know. Oh well.
Cathy does need to straighten out her paperwork, and then she and Simon really need to get things regularlized. One of these days, somoene's going to call Cathy on this "lady" business. "You're not married to him, girlie. You're not ladyship" or some such...
Then, we can expect one or both of the kids jumping to her defense "my mommy is too a lady!" and then things come out.
Thanks, and it is interesting. Lucky Trish able to see the blue light.
Annette
Tender episode.
Even the hospital staff has noticed Cathy's touch with the baby.
But yes, Trish has special powers....
“How do you know?†this child’s powers were remarkable.
“There’s a note on the fridge door, can I have a drink?â€
Love it when the chapter endsin a laugh. Hope the trip to the hospital is nothing serious. You never know when Bonzi is involved.
some things are so simple they defy description ;)
So Trish has "the gift". A super natural child and her own abilities confirmed yet once more.
This all is putting a lot on Cathy's believe system of pure science.
Then again we still know so little of how the world - especially the living world - works that we can hardly say what is impossible.
I'm still not sure if I really like the story going that way. So far everything was at least believable in that such things do happen if not so frequently and so concentrated on one person. Now things went to a level where our beliefs are tested just as much. There are people who reported that happing in r/l. Most of think thats fantasy but can we be sure?
So is this a fantasy story now or just one more of the things that do occur occasionally but not commonly and certaily not all to one person.
I guess I will jast have to read on and go with the flow. See where Cathy and the others will take you, Angharad, and us.
Now I only wonder if Trish has a valid point there with "healing" her. Maybe she should also try on Henry. After all she did not save Henry yet.
thanks and hugs
Holly
Friendship is like glass,
once broken it can be mented,
but there will always be a crack.
I don't know about Fantasy..
But I've known people that has happened, unexplained healing, etc. I've also known people who appear to be temporary conduits and some that seem to be permanently tapped in...
Like many things in life, I don't have the answers, but I take the evidence as I find it...
Janice
Trish and Cathy
Trish may have a gift, but then there's Cathy's. Maybe Stella needs some too? And Tom, And Henry, and ...
Widdling Dormice?
Okay, is Mima acting as your proofer and spell checker?
Now as I understand it, a blue light comes out of Cathy's hands and makes Puddn' glow blue and Trish can see it. The nurse has a dark spot where her apendix was removed and Trish can see it. What else will Trish see?
"Mommy, that lady has .... coming out of her ..." And you just know Trisha will say something like that at the worst possible moment.
Hum, maybe, if Cathy can really heal, Trish may be on to something.
Or is all this glowing the dreams of Bonzi coming down off a high on catnip, kinda like the poem Xanadu?
John in Wauwatosa
John in Wauwatosa
Now, John
Okay, is Mima acting as your proofer and spell checker?
The old phrase about the pot & the kettle comes to mind. ;-)
KJT
"All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest"
The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
Widdle
while it can be used as an adjective in terms of baby talk for little, in this context (also hypocoristic)according to Chambers Dictionary it means to urinate.
Why can't you lot across the pond speak English, innit!
Angharad
Angharad
Trish Can Probably See Auras
Trish can see the Healing auras around Cathy and Puddin. I wonder if she also knows more about Cathy's abilities and asked her if she could heal her defect? It is becoming clear that the sessions are healing Puddin. It will be interesting to see how much of the "Gift" that Trish and Cathy have.
Who's in the hospital
Ang, this is starting tom sound like a old British movie "Village of the Damned
Trish has the sight, the black she saw in the nurse's belly will be cancer, you'll see
Cefin