Fallen From Grace

A Baby Boy Is Born

The 24th of February 2019 weighing seven and a half pounds my nephew Thomas George Jack Edward Williams was born. This was a kid with a lot of middle names, Edward was obviously taken because of my Dad's name and Jack was both my Dad's Father's name and my Dad's middle name and George was taken from Ricky's Dad.

I sat in the little private room my sister had as he was handed to me and I just looked at his perfect little face. Thomas was lovely and warm in his pale blue baby grow and although I took a look at my sister, tired, and drained in the bed with dark rimmed glasses on that she needed just to see - I just focused on Thomas's breathing and after a while of holding him he opened his eyes.

"Aww look Thomas hasn't taken his eyes off Kimberly," Mom cooed.

"He's opened his eyes?" Annie cried. "He's not done that with anyone holding him."

Annie looked over at us by the bed. My right arm had gone numb from holding him gently for over half an hour but I didn't care. He was perfect.

"He was asleep when all of Ricky's family held him but he's opened his eyes for you."

That was said when Ricky left the room briefly. I held Thomas the whole time I was there until the end where my Mom lifted his head and body into her chest for a cuddle. I had raced here from work eating a couple of chocolate croissants on the way in the car because it might have been all I had for tea as Andy had driven here to get a chance to see Thomas. It was one of those occasions where no matter what I was doing I was coming and I was so glad I did. I walked back to the car with Andy with a spring in my step. I, was an Aunty. Aunty Kim I was going to be called!

Andy and I grabbed a McDonald's on the way home and I remember eating chips and a chicken burger in the living room. When he questioned in the car how I might not want tea because I'd had chocolate croissants I dismissed this quickly, I wasn't turning down the option of a McDonald's. It would have been most definitely Andy and I put on the Big Bang Theory because it had become like Friends that we knew every episode so well we'd quote things the cast said as and when they did, and then it wasn't long before we went to bed.

I told everyone at work I was an Aunty. I didn't tell colleagues because although I got along with them I didn't have that kind of relationship with them, it was always professional relationships that I had with everybody but I told the guy who came in with his disabled father who I had gotten to know over a period of time. I told the elderly couple who always came to my till who always bought porridge pots in their shopping who also told me private things from their life. I told the gentle kind faced lady who said she liked coming to specifically my till who she'd come in from time to time showing me her grandson in a push chair - I told every person who I felt I had a great relationship with other than just seeing them as a customer.

It wasn't long before I was going over to Annie's house to spend time with her and Thomas. Mom and Dad were going to take me over to spend the day there as they were running around doing errands that day and I needed to just fit into their schedule but we ended up in an argument because I couldn't be ready at the time they needed me to be and because I couldn't be ready at a certain specific time because I knew I just wouldn't be because of practical reasons like washing myself and eating breakfast and then Mom threatened she wouldn't take me over.

"We're doing you the favour here. You need to fit in with us."

"I will not be ready at that time!"

It just wasn't physically possible to get everything done in half an hour because then they'd just moan when they came how they had to wait and how I wasn't respectful enough for something that they were doing out of the good out of their own heart so it just would have been easier if I made my own way over. I was quickly met with resistance as Mom had of course put me on speaker phone.