Back to the Cradle – Chapter Six
I soon became used to the gentle swaying of the softly sprung pram, and like yesterday, had little to look at except the interior of the pram hood, and a little bit of sky through the gap above the flap of the apron. From time to time I could just see Sue’s head, but she wasn’t paying me any attention. I could hear the sound of other pedestrians and the noise of passing traffic, but it was tantalising not being able to see anything, and I was beginning to realise just how boring it can be for a baby unless someone’s paying attention to them. As I began to accept the inevitability of my situation until such time as Angela decided to release me from my infant bondage, I began to simply relax and let Sue attend to everything. All I had to do was lie there, be fed, bathed and sleep. What a life. I was almost starting to doze off when the pram suddenly stopped. I heard the sound of a gate being opened, the pram swung around, and then started being pushed forward again, I guessed up the front path of Jennifer Turner’s house. I was correct. I heard the sound of the door bell ringing faintly in the distance and then the door was opened.
‘Oh hi Sue’ said a woman’s voice, ‘Come on in. Glad to see you’ve got Emily with you, it seems ages since I’ve seen her.’
‘Three weeks actually’ replied Sue.
‘Well that’s three weeks too long’ said Jennifer. ‘Bring the pram into the lounge.’ Sue wheeled the pram into the house, stopped, and put on the brake. We had arrived.
A moment later, she removed the pram apron and put down the hood before removing the blanket and revealing me in all my cute finery. A good looking woman with straight shoulder length mid brown hair wearing a smart red dress bent over the pram and smiled at me. ‘Hello Emily’ she said, ‘How are you?’ She turned to Sue and said ‘She’s changed already. Especially in the eyes. Her expression looks sort of…different somehow. Can’t put my finger on it though.’ Sue and I knew exactly why that might have been, and I suddenly went to call out ‘I can tell you why!’ But predictably, all that came out was ‘Ba ba ba ba blooo!’ I’d forgotten. The two of them burst out laughing, and Sue unclipped the pram straps and lifted me out. ‘Can I hold her?’ said Jennifer. Sue handed me to her, and the two of them sat down, with me propped up on Jennifer’s lap. At least I was upright and could see and hear what was going on, even if I couldn’t join in the conversation.
They started swapping all their news, and much to my irritation, Jennifer kept bouncing me up and down on her knee. In the end I decided to put a stop to it, so I put on a crying act. It wasn’t difficult to imitate all the yelling infants I’d seen, and I was almost proud of my performance as the tears ran down my reddened face and Jennifer handed me over to Sue. She wiped my eyes, and cradled me comfortably in her arms. That was much better. It seemed that even as a helpless little baby I could still get what I wanted to some degree. Despite my lack of interest in their conversation, at least it was better than lying in my pram or cot on my own in utter boredom, and I sat there looking from face to face and around the room.
‘Well’ said Jennifer suddenly, ‘How about a cup of coffee?’
‘Oh lovely’ replied Sue, standing up. They went into the kitchen and Jennifer put the kettle on. They chatted while the water came to the boil, and when she’d made two cups of coffee we went back into the lounge. Sue laid me down in my pram, but at least she didn’t strap me in, probably because she could keep an eye on me. After a while I began to doze off. It’s surprising how sleepy you so often get when you’re a baby.
I woke with a start to find Sue clipping my baby reins onto the pram restraints and tightening them. Then she put my blanket over me, tucked it in, and replaced the apron before putting up the hood. The two women said their goodbyes, and Jennifer peered in at me under the pram hood, smiled and said ‘Isn’t she sweet! Bye bye Emily, see you soon.’ She disappeared from my restricted view, and I felt the pram being wheeled out to the front door. I heard the door being opened and Jennifer said ‘It’s pouring! Good thing you’ve got your mac.’ Suddenly I heard a movement, and the pram’s clear plastic storm cover was placed over the pram and fastened in place. Then it was time to brave the elements. Angela put up the hood of her mackintosh and buttoned it on under her chin. Then the pram was pushed out into the open, and the heavy rain lashed down onto the pram hood and storm cover with a steady loud drumming noise. But I was well protected and felt warm and cosy in my little nest.
Angela pushed me through the pouring rain, and eventually we arrived home. She opened the front door and took the pram straight into the kitchen where the rain could run off the pram harmlessly onto the tiled floor. She went back and closed the front door, and then returned to the kitchen. She unfastened the hood of her mackintosh and threw it back off her head. Removing the pram’s storm cover, she shook the rain off it, and laid it over the back of a chair. Then she lowered the hood and removed the apron, folding it and putting it underneath the pram. She pushed the pram into a corner and said ‘You can stay there for a while Emily, while I see about some lunch. I’d better feed you first.’
She took off her wet mac and hung it on the back of the kitchen door, and began to busy herself with preparing my lunch. When it was ready, she took me out of the pram and strapped me into my high chair. Needless to say, my lunch consisted of a jar of infant strained vegetables, followed by a bowl of mushy cereal. My dessert was delight of delights, a jar of strained apricot puree. To finish off with, she gave me my baby bottle of milk, and wouldn’t stop until I had sucked it dry. As I finished she grinned and said ‘There’s a good little girl.’ fully aware who she was talking to. For a moment she lapsed into a chuckle and said ‘Ah David, how does it feel to be a helpless little baby again? I don’t expect you thought you’d ever find yourself going through it again, did you?’ I unthinkingly went to say ‘Of course I didn’t,’ but inevitably, all that came out was ‘Ubble ub ub ub.’ She burst out laughing and said ‘Just as well you can’t speak. I really wondered what to say when Jennifer realised that the baby in the pram was a bit different this morning. If she’d only known why! Anyway’ she grinned, unstrapping me from the high chair and lifting me out, ‘Let’s put you where you can’t come to any harm shall we?’
She took me across to the pram and laid me down in it again before refastening the restraining straps and covering me up with the blanket. With a smile she picked up my dummy and pushed it past my unresisting lips into my mouth. By now I’d decided to go along with the whole farce in the hope of ending it as soon as possible by being well behaved and co-operative. Then she set about preparing her own lunch. Strapped down as I was, I wasn’t able to look over the sides of the pram, but I could smell the aroma of real food. I could have cried with frustration. Sue more or less ignored me while she prepared and ate her lunch, and I just lay there looking up at the ceiling.
Lunch over, Sue washed up, and then went over to the kitchen door and took down her mackintosh. She put it on, and I began to realise that we were going out again, which was not something I was looking forward to if it meant being seen by other people. Even though I was to all intents and purpose a genuine baby, it still didn’t do much for my ego.
Sure enough, as soon as she had fastened her mac and put her hood up, she came over to me, replaced the apron over me, and put up the pram hood before raising the flap of the apron and fastening it in position. She looked out of the window to see what the weather was doing, and I realised that it was still raining hard when she draped the plastic storm cover over the pram again, and fastened it in position.
The End of Back to the Cradle – Chapter Six.
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