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EDDIE GARDNER, aged four, has a new baby brother, and his father, Ed — better known as Archie — Gardner, couldn't be happier.
"Two boys?" he boasts, "not a bit more trouble than one. It's a cinch!"
At which Simone, Ed's delightful French wife, echoing mothers of brand new, Number Two babies the world over, groans.
" 'A cinch,' he says. Plut a Dieu!"
And she describes Black Thursday — which was just the day before; first day off for five-weeks old Stevie's nurse, first day on — with two children — for mama.
It wasn't so bad, at the start. Mrs. Ellis gave Stevie his six ujii. feeding, made the formula for the day before she left. And Eddie was off at nursery school, where he stays every day until after lunch.
"And I was at the office," put in Ed, "jumping up and down on my writers. Duffy's never closes, new babies or not."
Simone, with her first chance alone with little Stephen, exulted. It was fun! The sunbath — just three minutes on each side to toast him properly — he's still too new for long exposures. The bath — and the first smile at mama — what a lovely thing a new
baby is. How satisfying to see him responding to you!
With the ten a.m. bottle, things began to get a little grim. Simone was tired. (Both of her babies were born by Caesarian section.) Stevie didn't want the whole eight ounces. And he cried when Simone urged him. He was sleepy, he howled.
"Too sleepy even to — what is it you say — burp," his mama recalls. "So as soon as he is in the.bassinei up comes the milk." And up comes Stevie for another bath, clean clothes, clean bed, another bottle — with burp this time! — and at last, sleep.
At this Simone had her first cry.
Ed is indignant.
"You didn't tell me," he protests. "I thought it was only that Eddie . . ."
"I had forgotten the morning before you came home," Simone says, managing a laugh, "it got so much worse . . ."
Eddie came home at noon.
Now Eddie had been scientifically conditioned for his new brother's arrival. Ed and Simone had read up on all the modern psychology, knew all about "sibling rivalry," ''regression," and all the other long names for trouble with "old" baby when the new baby comes.
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Because Ed plays a brilliant game of tennis, Simone now plays a pretty good one. Because Ed loves sailing, she spends days on the Malabar VII. But her favorHe sport, Ed says ruefully, is "going lo MagninV
If plenty of dogs didn't live (here, Ed wouldn't either. Red-haired "Duffy" is one of his closest friends.
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