All I have to do is see the rhododendron coming into bloom at the bottom of our garden every May and I find myself thinking about the grand arrival of our first (and only) baby on May 24, 1995.
I was about as unmaternal as is possible and certainly wasn’t one of those people who went around begging to be ‘let hold the new baby.’
I had a C-Section under general anesthetic, for medical reasons, and got a bleary eyed glance at ‘baby’ shortly after he was born when I was hauled out of deep ‘sleep’ by a kindly nurse.
I was stunned by what I saw. He was more like a ‘little old man’ than a couple -of- minutes-old baby. If anything, he reminded me of a leprechaun.
Some hours later, a nurse came bustling into the ward and thrust a little bundle, wrapped up in one of those white baby blankets, into my arms. One glance at a big baby face and I felt a wave of absolute repulsion sweeping over me. I just about managed not to drop this alien on the floor.
As politely as possible, I explained that this wasn’t my
little old man baby. I fumbled around on the alien’s wrist for the identity thingy but my vision was still a bit wonky and I couldn’t read it properly. By now, I’d handed the alien back to nurse who was checking the wristband against my chart at the end of the bed.
She let out a little squeak and hot-footed it out of the ward. It seemed like an eternity before she re-appeared with my ‘little leprechaun’ who snuggled up and met my gaze with a sense of belonging I can’t even begin to describe.
13 thoughts on “Getting the Wrong Baby”
OMG… Tell me that you have just made that up?!
No, true as true ~ all of it!
Son and I laugh at it now as he got to know the other ‘baby’ over the years and we often wonder how it would have worked out if I had held on to him! I’ve never met the other guy since but I gather he’s really nice. Wouldn’t swop for the world!!!!!!!!!
I was handed the wrong baby the day after my sons birth .I knew my fella was small 6 lbs with a mop of jet blacK hair and I was given a big fat faced baldy chap !i EVEnTUALLY RETRIEVED MY LITTLE ELF AND HANDED BACK THE MONSTER!
Oh Julie, how good to have found a kindred spirit! I’m so glad you were reunited with your little elf. What age is he now, may I ask?
This is such a great story Jean…. especially to share with your son! It makes me smile thinking about little old men babies. So true 🙂
Its a beautiful photo of the rhodies though!
Hi Val, glad you ‘get it’ about ‘little old men’ babies. Strange how the look sort of evaporated within a week or so ….. It was almost like as if he was giving me a glimpse of a future I’m unlikely to see, as he looked very, verrrrrrrrrrrry old!
Good story with a happy ending. I read about a switch at birth that wasn’t discovered until many years later.
Hello Naomi, I can’t imagine how either mother (or baby) could have coped with that one!
What an amazing story!
Hi OC, it certainly ‘woke me up’ alright!!
Oh! thats awful, poor you what an experience , at least you knew your own leprechaun in the end!!
Hi Willow, I was still a bit zonked so it didn’t feel all that bad. Just glad I have my very own big leprechaun now!
Yes there is the point they grow up and up!!