To you I remember nothing...
To you me just was not...“
They say that the conscious desire to have the child comes with age. Can quite be. But our child could not wait, probably. No, do not think nothing of that kind, by the time of its emergence our relations with the husband in every sense were conscious, perhaps. Just talk of coevals of type surprised: “And time - that goes, and I speak to it... The age already, is time!“ What age? Twenty seven - age? Or - oh, horror! - twenty nine? Nonsense. And we liked to meet friends in places poshumny and to be wound by car over all country and to fly to have a rest by all means to the different countries and to walk there in the stuffy evenings on streets of towns and to drink cocktails at small restaurants. And I hardly waited for it from business trips, and it went through all city to meet me from work after evening shift, and we were confused how many years passed from the date of our acquaintance, and he, of course, forgot what number we celebrate this date. And still movies, photos, general friends... Yes whole heap only!
But our child solved everything for us. And we were happy! On new, in a different way! Also do not trust anybody: the child - it is not difficult! Not in it business. The child is forever. Forever all in a different way. Somehow so... It to tell
- “we“, meaning itself and malyshnyu in a puzika. It on one look of future father to understand
- that from this medical procedure we write now refusal because “probability of an abortion 50 on 50, but the result for 100% exact will be“. And only after the birth of the kid to dare to notice aloud: “Listen and if someone did not write refusal, and they revealed what pathology is, they what, is offered in the middle of pregnancy?“ And not to pronounce this word aloud even now. It to watch
- at quietly sleeping son of week from a sort and to roar violently because “and suddenly something hurts it, and he cannot tell me“. Hormones what to do. And thought that not about me. It to see
- on a threshold in the middle of the working day without five minutes of the gray-haired husband because “you what do not take the call?!“. And to see on mobile in the mode “without sound“ fourteen not answered calls. It to be fond of
- of early swimming of the successor and to tell everyone about our improbable progress.“ And it in two and a half months!“
- It to tie in plastic bags of a feyra in kitchen, a duckling in a toilet and powder in a bathroom. And to throw out the rest. Because to get to children`s hospital for the night in surgery and to see children after operation on replacement of a gullet: “He approximately managed to drink a spoon“. Since then in our house even on the most top shelves there is neither vinegar, nor solvent...
- It when “ambulance“ even on terrible Moscow traffic jams comes record 10 minutes. Because to the child. It at first to wait for
- when it smiles, will turn over, will spread, will go, will start talking... And then to be indignant: “Stop! do not climb! It is impossible! It is not necessary! Where?!“ And to sigh: “No, someone has quiet children?!“ And once to call the husband for work and with emotion to report that the son woke up and “just lies and looks, does not climb anywhere and does not twitch“. And to receive in reply so uneasy: “Stir up it!“ Joke of month and subject of jeers of the family still. by
- It to choose hotel for sea tour again (“Urrra!!“). But not in the middle of summer (“Oh, super, we will sunbathe!“), and not in the city (“We will loaf for a while what in hotel - that to sit?“), and that with the children`s menu by all means. And not at once to understand what it is interpreted by parents: “So you with it what, you will go?!“ Is not present, we will put it in the refrigerator and we will promise that we will return soon.
and it is not difficult. And life after the birth of the child is, believe! Just it is another. Such that you look at the kid, you translate a view of the father... And almost synchronously: “Listen and what we without it - that did?“. Also you do not remember! Because indeed: “To you I remember nothing, / To you I just was not...“ Only earlier I thought what is written about the man and the woman...