She’d left a cigarette end, pressed out in the glass votive candleholder John had given me, and the baby, still swaddled in the blanket. I didn’t mind about the candleholder – who would I be votive to? – and the baby was easier to feed, wrapped, but I couldn’t fold him back after I did the nappy. His little arms, his spread legs – I’d sprawled like that for hours and hours in front of everyone, trying to push him out, and it hadn’t done any good. I called John and said about the feed and the nappy, but he was very busy. Came to the birth, did he? said Irene. This was daytime. The baby was on her yellow tweed lap and her boney knees were far apart. I remembered being a little girl and the dread of accidentally looking up there, past the pantyhose hammock to the nameless black cavity. Yes, I said. Of course.
Aye well, said Irene, Modern times. But it’s a terrible idea if you ask me. How do you expect to have any more? John doesn’t want any more, I said. He’s got two already. Ten and fourteen. Och darling, said Irene. He’s never married? I was surprised, how sympathetic she sounded. It gave me a watery feeling in my guts, and hot tears in my eyes, but those were wobbly times when I cried at anything. Post-partum, that’s what they call it. In parts. Parted from yourself. No, I said. He’s divorced. But you know, you don’t divorce children. Oh, it’s been known, said Irene. No, I said. Not John. You see, he has very high standards. Very high standards, said Irene to the baby. That’s what we like. She shoved a saucer at me: a Tunnock’s tea-cake, in its stripy bell-skirt of foil, but I just needed to go to sleep.
Something was bubbling in my pasta pan and there was a strange smell: like my grandmother’s dark little flat when I was being minded and she had the wash on. Soap soup. I gathered up the baby’s wee things, said Irene. Popped them on the stove. That’ll get the stains out. When I woke up, the Babygros and muslins were cold in their pot, and I rinsed them and pegged them out. I took the baby out to the garden with me in his car seat, and he opened his marbley blue eyes and looked at me for a short while. I was getting used to him, a little. My stitches were healing. So this is what you do, I thought. Pegging out, and you take the baby along. John came. Did you not make him tea? said Irene, as his car backed out of my drive. He’ll get some at home. Och. But he’s living on his own. Postpartum -that’s what they call it Not exactly. He has a flat at the top of the family house. In Highgate.
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