The last three weeks have been busy!!!
Everything seems to be going fine but it hs been eventful. So - back to the story.
Going into the clinic that afternoon was simple but filled with pre-birth, pre-operation nerves together with that sense of anticipation at the final lap of the course about to begin.
On arrival there were forms to be filled. So nothing for me, the illiterate foreigner, to do except sign and give my thumbprint.
But - what was the meaning of this form? - Peiling was told to decide which formula feed she wanted them to give! "But I plan to breastfeed - I don't need this." "You have to decide!" - was the firm reply from the nurse-turned-bureaucrat, "We have to fill in the form!" There was no space for "No bottles - breastfeeding only!" It was not an option. So - something that has been done by mothers from prehistory is now officially against the rules of at least this clinic - and how many others?
Had Aldous Huxley's Brave New World really begun in Taiwan? That dragon was certainly breathing its fire!! And this dragon (the baby's father) was about to begin a battle.
This morning's dream will tell you how much the subject has been on my mind. I don't remember many dreams and I can't remember what I was dreaming about until two minutes before waking but in the final scene I was sitting in our living room when the door-bell rang. I opened the door to a tall nurse (in a green uniform). Without a word she strode past me and on into the bedroom where mother and baby were. She was carrying -- a FEEDING BOTTLE!!The shock woke me up.
Poor nurse - the real one at the clinic - pretty girl - she didn't look at all like a dragon.
