There and Back Again

I’m back now… hooray! Nice things happened while I was away. I had a new baby called McTiny (we’re both fine and fit and thank you for all the emails and messages I haven’t had chance to respond to yet) and A Kind of Intimacy was reviewed in The Boston Globe and King of The Little Magazines.

I’ve been out of the hospital a couple of days now and we’re gradually settling into things. Still managing to do a little bit of work during nap-times. It is good that I’ve been pre-trained by the Small Fry into managing interruptions, working in small bursts, sleeping in small bursts and typing, eating and loading a washing machine with a baby in the other hand because it’s not as hard as I thought it would be to settle into it again.

Gosh – hospital is depressing though, isn’t it? I’m not a people-person at the best of times and my privacy is really important to me. Spending nearly a week in a room with other people, their ugly babies and irritating visitors and having eyes touching me whenever I did anything did not do wonders for my mental health. I won’t mention the midwife who clattered between rooms at four in the morning, refusing to help me until she’d located the right colour blanket (can’t possibly wrap him in pink – who knows what would happen?) or the woman who slept all day and cried, loudly, into her mobile phone all night. Or the fact that I spent £15 quid on television. Or the whole ward being asked to confess who got the inside of the shower room wet (imagine us giggling, clutching at damaged midriffs and trying not to catch each other’s eyes). There were nice people there and good parts though. Like the midwife who stayed five hours after her shift ended, even though she had her own Small Fries and McTinies waiting for her at home – just because she wanted to make sure I was fine and settled before she went off duty.

And the over-hearings! Still time to perfect your submission to Bugged! As I was leaving, I heard one midwife say this to another one:

‘she was never the same after those incidents – you know, that series of events – last year.’

I shuddered. Steal it for a story if you wish, I’ve already got mine and my Bugged submission will be appearing on the website soon.

One last thing while I’m here: it has come to my attention that some of you are finding it tricky to subscribe to the feed for this blog. This is being sorted out, possibly as I type, but in the meantime, if you go to the front page and click on the orange button or use this address that should work. Leave a message for me in the comments if you’re still having trouble. 

6 responses to “There and Back Again”

  1. Jacqui says:

    Congratulations Jenn!

  2. Megan says:


    (and for escaping the hospital, and for already writing too)

  3. jennashworth says:

    Thank you ladies! Feeling much better now I’m here and not there. Although the baking heat in the maternity ward has reacclimatised me to the point where I think the outside world of normal temperatures is cold… so much for summer 🙂

  4. Many congratulations Jenn and welcome to McTiny! Katherine xxx

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