Please Don’t Take My Baby and I Miss Mummy 2-in-1 Collection. Cathy Glass

know,’ he said with an embarrassed shrug.

      And I left it at that.

      Jade was exhausted and was in bed and asleep by 9.30 p.m. I too was tired. I wrote up my log notes, let Toscha out for a run, made up some more bottles for the night and then went upstairs. Before I got into bed I went round the landing and stood outside Jade’s and Courtney’s room, listening. Jade had closed her bedroom door and I didn’t want to risk waking them by opening it so that I could check on them. I couldn’t hear anything so I assumed all was well and went to bed.

      Just before midnight I heard Courtney crying for her next feed. I immediately slipped on my dressing gown and went round to Jade’s room to help. Once Jade was in the routine of caring for her baby I wouldn’t get up at night unless I was needed, but for now she needed my help; also I didn’t want Courtney to be left to cry in case she woke Adrian and Paula. I knocked lightly on Jade’s bedroom door, went in and, switching on the light, turned the dimmer to low. Jade was slowly waking.

      ‘You go and warm up Courtney’s bottle,’ I said quietly to Jade, ‘while I soothe her.’

      Heavy with sleep, Jade stumbled from her bed and went downstairs to the kitchen while I picked up Courtney. She stopped crying immediately on being held and I gently rocked her. ‘There, there,’ I soothed. ‘Mummy’s fetching your bottle now. She won’t be long.’

      I knew from feeding Adrian and Paula that breastfeeding was so much easier than bottle; you just fall out of bed and the milk is ready and at the right temperature. Why Jade had decided not to try to breastfeed I didn’t know and clearly it was her decision. I soothed and gently rocked Courtney until Jade reappeared with the bottle – it took her a while – and once she was seated on the bed I put Courtney in her arms. Jade lightly rubbed the teat against the side of Courtney’s mouth as I had shown her and she latched on. Once I was sure Courtney was sucking I reminded Jade to wind her and told her to call me if she needed me.

      Leaving her bedroom door slightly open, I returned to my bed but I didn’t go to sleep. I listened out for any noise that might have suggested that Jade needed some help, but I didn’t hear anything. After about half an hour I went round the landing. Jade’s bedroom door was still open and the light was on low. I crept in. They were both fast asleep, Courtney on her side in her cot facing Jade, and Jade mirroring her position in bed and surrounded by her cuddly soft toys. It was a touching scene – mother and daughter in the half light, relaxed in sleep and without a care in the world – and I hoped and prayed everything would work out well for them.

      Just after 4.00 a.m Courtney woke for another feed and I went round to Jade’s room. I held Courtney while Jade went downstairs and warmed the bottle; then as before I waited while Jade settled Courtney on her lap and she was feeding, before I said goodnight again. ‘By my calculations her next feed will be about eight o’clock,’ I whispered to Jade as I came out. ‘She’s doing very well. Night, love.’

      I was right: at eight o’clock, just as Adrian and Paula were finishing breakfast, we heard Courtney cry. ‘It’s OK,’ I said to them. ‘Jade knows what to do. She’ll be down soon for a bottle.’

      A minute later Jade appeared in her nightwear and, rubbing her eyes and yawning, went to the fridge.

      ‘Good morning, love,’ I said.

      ‘I’m tired,’ she mumbled. ‘I didn’t get any sleep.’

      ‘Welcome to the world of motherhood,’ I said with a smile. ‘But it’s worth it.’

       Chapter Thirteen

       Assessment

      The rest of the week passed in a blur of bottles, nappies, visitors, telephone calls, shopping and teaching Jade how to parent Courtney. What I needed to know about looking after babies came flooding back to me and in addition to showing Jade how to make up formula and wash and sterilize bottles, I showed her how to wash and bathe Courtney, clean and cream her bottom, and soothe her when she was fractious, as well as simply spending quality time with Courtney and enjoying her, all of which bonds a mother with her baby.

      My parents visited as planned on Sunday and arrived with a present and a congratulatory card for Jade. Jade already had some cards, including one from her social worker, one from Tyler’s mother and one from me and the children. I’d told her that when she felt up to it I would take her shopping and she could choose something she needed for Courtney as a present. Jade was like an excited child as she unwrapped the present from my parents, which was a beautiful little dress with matching leggings, jacket and bootees. Jade thanked my parents, although I had the feeling that she was a bit disappointed, perhaps assuming it was a personal present for her.

      As I thought would happen, my father was as besotted with Courtney as my mother was, and they took turns holding Courtney and chatted easily to Jade – both about her baby and her plans for the future. Jade told them she hoped to go back to college and continue her studies when Courtney was older. My father said he thought that was sensible and I could tell he was impressed. Then over dinner he kept us all amused with stories of when my brother and I were little and some of the silly things we got up to, which made Adrian and Paula laugh loudly and Jade giggle. It was a very pleasant day and, as when I’d taken Jade and Tyler on the day trip to the castle, we were like one big happy family. I was pleased Jade had relaxed and enjoyed herself.

      After my parents had gone home Jade said to me: ‘I wish I had a gran and grandpa like them. They’re so nice.’

      ‘Yes, we’re very lucky,’ I said. ‘But I’m sure your mum will be a good gran to Courtney. Have you told your dad yet you’ve had your baby?’ For I knew there was some estrangement in the family and that often the arrival of a baby can help to repair past differences.’

      ‘Mum said she’d tell him,’ Jade said.

      I took Jade to see her mother on Tuesday afternoon. In preparation for the outing I showed Jade how to pack a ‘baby bag’, which included nappies, wipes, disposable nappy bags, cream and a change of clothes for Courtney. Jade was amazed at the preparation needed for a few hours away from home, having previously simply put on her coat and gone. I also showed her how to fasten Courtney safely into the carry-car seat – not that Jade had a car or could drive, but it was all part of educating Jade and giving her as much parenting information as possible for now and the future. At Jade’s house I said hello to Jackie but didn’t go in, as she had just got in from work. I returned as arranged to collect Jade after I’d collected Paula from school. When Jade got into the car I asked her if she’d had a nice afternoon. She shrugged and said, ‘I guess so. But Mum keeps telling me what to do with Courtney.’

      ‘I’m sure she was just trying to help you,’ I said. But I knew there was a fine line between offering helpful advice and giving the impression that you know best. No mother likes to be told how to raise her child (with the implicit criticism that she’s not doing it right), especially when she’s a teenager whose relationship with her mother is already fragile.

      Rachel visited us on Wednesday and stayed for most of the morning. Courtney was awake to begin with and Rachel held her and made a fuss of her. Then she watched Jade feed and change her, and then settle her in the cot, while I waited in the sitting room. When they returned Rachel made some notes, which I assumed would go towards Jade’s parenting assessment, and then asked us about Courtney’s routine. Jade said it was ‘fine’ and I filled in the details and described the routine we were establishing for Courtney, emphasizing what a good job Jade was doing.

      ‘Excellent,’ Rachel said, making another note. ‘Is Tyler still visiting?’

      Jade nodded. ‘Sometimes.’

      ‘Most evenings,’ I said. ‘And he helps feed and change Courtney.’

      ‘But not always,’ Jade said a bit gruffly. ‘He’s not here during the day.’