Her name is Kotoha. Koto means a harp. Ha means a leaf.
We held a newborn baby in our arms for the first time in about 30 years.
My husband is crazy about the lovely granddaughter. His head is full of Kotoha. He is happy and happy.
On the other hand, I worried about the daughter-in-law, who had the bleeding just before the hospital-discharge day. She had a mortal danger. I am also afraid of the new life of the daughter-in-law with her child.
I decided to become like her real mother. Over a week I prepared all the food, washed, cleaned and did other housework. There was no supermarket near their apartment, so you can not walk to the grocery store, and there were only coin parking lots within a 15-minute walk to park my car. In addition, the coin parking lot was also full and there was often no space to park. That was a difficult environment for me as a housewife.
Because my daughter-in-law had no one to rely on, she relied 100 percent on me. She had to go to the Obsterik and Gynecology Clinic twice while I was in Nagoya. I took care of Kotoha (= I gave her milk, changed the diaper, and I walked around the room a lot, holding her in my arms.)
At first my daughter-in-law was bad anaemic(=hinketsu), she could only get up sometimes. But last Friday she got the stitches removed for the second time(=basshi)and then her face color improved, she regained her energy, and her smile has returned.
Breast milk is good, Kotoha is healthy and cheerful. This is already a happy state of mother, father and child alone without others(=mizuirazu). Last weekend I drove back here with my husband and Clara. My husband had driven to Nagoya on Friday night after working with the Shinkannsen-bullet.
I am very relieved. But I still cannot sleep well. I'm scared and wondered if Kotoha was crying in the middle of the night.
Then I mean, "I'm in Saitama." And I feel very relieved. My husband said he felt lonely at home after work during last week because Clara and I were away from home.
At least, the first difficulty is over, and now we look forward to seeing her again. Kotoha will be even more adorable.
The picture is Kotoha and a baby carousel(=merry goround) my husband sent. She responds well to the carousel, even though she is still twenty days old.
