Kevin 13th October 2016
Yesterday I had the singular honour and privilege of picking up Baby George from hospital. He was wrapped up warmly in his blanket, his tiny, first baby-grow and little blue hat when I placed him, as gently as I could, into his crib – a beautiful baby, cuddling his first teddy. The moment reminded me immediately, of the first baby I had driven home from hospital – but that was many, many years, a life time ago.
I placed the little Moses basket on the back seat of my car, made sure he was properly wrapped up and fastened the seatbelt and we moved off gently, it was his first car journey after all, and no driver ever carries a more precious load than a new-born baby. As we drove away from the hospital, I chatted to him, telling him about all the different things we were passing on the road, tractors, cars, lorries, caravans and even donkeys in the fields! But, as is the way with babies, I'm not sure how much he was really listening, but I chatted anyway. It was a beautiful early Autumn day for a drive in the English country side. A few leaves fluttering down from the trees, the bluest of skies, rolling hills to negotiate & cyclists to overtake. We got stuck behind a lorry and a tractor, but we weren't in a hurry, as I said to George, “we've got some time, why not enjoy the trip?”.
I explained it all to George, and he was a patient audience. Eventually of course, I had to tell him where we were going and that he wouldn't be going home to the nursery that Mummy and Daddy had prepared for him but to the Chapel of Rest. It was a difficult moment for us both, but I chatted about it a while and reminded George, just how upset Mummy and Daddy had been when they had said goodbye at the hospital, it isn't what anyone wanted at all. It should have been Daddy driving Mummy and George home. But, sometimes, and this is definitely one of those truly awful times, life is desperately cruel and terribly unfair.
I did promise that I would keep an eye out for him and check up on him over the next couple of days, to see how he was and that I would tell his Mummy and Daddy about the journey we had taken. I also promised that I would drive him just as carefully to church in a few days time.
There is nothing I can say to Toria or Nick that will ease their pain. Nothing that I or anyone can do to bring George back, but I will look after him to the best of my ability, and when the time comes I will drive him on his final journey. His short life, a life that never really began has left an emptiness in many, many hearts. A soul wrenching sadness for his parents, grandparents uncles and aunts. However sad I feel about his loss though, I will always we able to say that he and I enjoyed our little drive in the Autumnal countryside on the 12th of October 2016.
Baby George Price - 7th October 2016 rest in peace George, you mattered, you will be terribly missed.
If you would like to make a donation in George's Memory. Then please give to Royal United Hospital Bath, Maternity Services “Forget-Me-Not Suite”
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