Back to the Cradle – Chapter Seven
‘Right Emily’ she said, ‘Time to go shopping. We’re going down the town. With any luck I’ll have a chance to show you off to my friend Jill, who works at the baby shop. Won’t that be fun!’ Fun? It couldn’t have been worse, and well she knew what I would think of that idea. But there was nothing I could do about it, and I gave a tiny sigh of resignation as we set out once more in the pouring rain. A bitterly cold wind had sprung up, and in a way I was glad to be so snugly tucked up.
At least I was well hidden on the twenty minute walk into town, but I was soon to be exposed to the view of all and sundry. Because of the bulkiness of the pram, Sue didn’t go into the supermarket, so our first stop was the butchers, followed by the greengrocers. On both occasions she left me covered up, and for a short while I had hopes that I wouldn’t have to put up with the goo goo gaa gaa nonsense that so many adults seem to indulge in when they encounter babies. But my luck ran out when we went into another shop.
The pram stopped, and I heard a woman’s voice say ‘Oh hi Sue, how are you today?’
‘Fine thanks Trish’ she replied, ‘It’s turned really chilly though. I thought you’d like to see Emily.’ I groaned as she folded back the pram’s storm cover, lowered the flap of the apron, and lowered the hood. A good looking young woman looked down at me and said ‘Oh isn’t she lovely? She gets cuter every time I see her. How old is she now?’
‘Just over six months’ replied Sue.
‘Six months! Seems like she was only born a couple of months ago.’
‘Yes, I know what you mean’ said Sue, looking around. ‘I was just thinking, that wind’s bitterly cold, and I don’t want Emily to get cold. Do you have any baby’s bonnets?’ I groaned inwardly as I realised how humiliating this was going to be. Sure enough, Trish opened a drawer and took out a selection of bonnets. ‘Oh yes’ smiled Sue, picking one out and holding it up, ‘This is cute isn’t it?’ It certainly was. A traditional baby’s bonnet in white cotton with a broad brim to frame the face and two wide ribbons to tie it under the chin. I was in no position to resist as she leaned over me and pulled the bonnet on over my head. She drew the ribbons together under my chin and tied them in a large bow before tidying the brim around my face. She smiled down at me, knowing how humiliated I must feel, and said ‘There. Doesn’t she look sweet?’ I must have done, and Trish added ‘Doesn’t she just? She looks delightful. Anything else you need?’
‘Oh yes’ said Sue, drawing a piece of paper from her pocket, ‘Here’s the list.’ She showed Trish her list, and she set about collecting the various items from the shelves. Once they were all on the shop counter she added up the bill and put them in a bag. As she put the last item in, Trish said ‘I suppose you’ll be needing a pushchair soon. We’ve got a good selection, so just let me know when, and I’ll give you a discount.
‘Oh lovely’ said Sue, ‘Yes I think we’ll need one soon, but Emily’s small for her age, so I’m going to keep her in the pram for the moment.’ She paid the bill, and Trish helped her to cover me up again. Then it was time to be off again. I was pushed out into the shopping precinct, and as always, could see very little except the white plastic interior of the pram hood, with just the occasional glimpse of the sky and the tops of buildings over the apron flap. The rain began to ease up, and the sun came out. As the warm rays shone down on the dark navy blue of the pram hood and apron, the interior began to rapidly warm up.
With the thick transparent plastic storm cover letting the sun shine in and keeping the heat and moisture in, the inside of the pram began to turn into a tiny sauna, and soon I was beginning to sweat with the humidity. I began to become really uncomfortable, and without thinking, I called out to Sue in the hope that she would take off the storm cover. But she had no way of knowing what ‘Uggle um um um ub!’ could possibly mean. She simply looked down at me through the plastic cover and smiled as I lay there in frustration. I wriggled and writhed in my pram harness, and tried to throw off the pram blanket, but it was too tightly tucked in under me to move it. So I just had to lie there and sweat it out.
It seemed like a long, uncomfortable age before we finally arrived home, and I gave a little whimper of relief when the pram finally stopped in the lounge and Sue uncovered me. As soon as she saw me she felt my clothes, frowned slightly and said ‘Oh David you are red aren’t you? And you’re quite damp. Sorry about that, I wasn’t thinking. You must have been boiling under that plastic cover. Come on, I’d better take you upstairs and change your clothes before you catch cold.’ She unfastened the pram restraints and removed my baby reins before lifting me up and taking me upstairs to the bathroom, where I was given a bath and put into a clean nappy and plastic pants, a baby frock, and a pair of white cotton ankle socks. Then she took me into the nursery and sat me down in my cot.
‘There we are’ she said, as she strapped me back into my reins, ‘You’ll be glad to hear I’m not going to swaddle you tonight, but that does mean I’ve got to make sure you can’t get into any mischief.’ She laid me down on my back and clipped my baby reins onto two straps attached to each side of the cot, but left them slack so that I at least had some freedom of movement. Then she pulled a pair of white woollen fingerless mittens onto my hands and secured them on with ribbons threaded round the wrists that she pulled tight and tied in a non-slip bow. She certainly wasn’t taking any chances.
Satisfied that I was sufficiently restrained for the moment, she said ‘Now you had a good feed at lunchtime Emily, so I think I’ll just give you your bottle. Then you can settle down for the night.’ She went out of the room and went downstairs, leaving me alone. I experimentally tried to sit up, and was delighted to find that I could for a short while, but standing completely upright and unsupported was still beyond me. I groaned with frustration. My mind could give the orders, but my limbs simply couldn’t obey. Sue returned a few minutes later with my baby bottle in hand, and laid me down while she pushed the teat into my mouth and I obediently sucked the milk from the bottle. I was getting the hang of it.
The bottle empty, she set it aside, and then tightened the two straps holding me down. Then she put a thick soft woollen blanket over me and tucked it in around me before placing a pillow under my head. ‘There we are Emily’ she smiled, ‘Now you go to sleep like a good little girl. Here’ she took my dummy and pushed it into my mouth. Then she raised the side of the cot and locked it in place. ‘Night night David’ she grinned, ‘See you in the morning. I wonder what other surprise we can come up with tomorrow? Oh well, you’ll find out, won’t you?’ She gave a slight giggle and went out of the room, leaving the door ajar.
I lay back in the fading evening light, unable to move much, and just lay there flat on my back, chewing on the bulb of my dummy as my mind went over the events of the day. Well, one thing was for sure. Everything was in the hands of my tormentors until such time as they chose to release me from my infant prison. I hoped it would be sooner rather than later, and was determined to humour them until I was free. With that thought on my mind, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The End of Back to the Cradle – Chapter Seven.
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