She obligingly tweaked back a fold of the blanket and I observed the small creature in the pram. You know I don't really go for little babies. Half an hour later the phone rang. It was my friend.
Most people have an instinctive affection for a new baby.
It s such an ironclad norm that nobody, at least nobody but me, is willing to admit publicly that they don t have the correct feelings. On thinking about it, I must have had some suspicion that this baby-worship wasn t for me even before I had any of my own, because I remember being determined not to become a doting mother. Sometimes I wonder if I overdid it, though, with my first baby. She was acceptable enough, with dainty features and enough hair to look finished, but to my eyes she looked pretty much like the rest of the squirming wrinkled creatures in the hospital nursery. One baby there though, was distinctive.