I am reminded that it is Matt's birthday. Matt is my cousin's little lad. When he was still a baby he had a health scare and ended up in hospital.
We had seen him a week or two before he was taken ill. My mum went to the hospital ward to see him. She asked a nurse where she could find baby Matthew and was given directions.
When I got back from work that day mum was at my house and looked shell shocked. She told me about going to see Matthew. She said the poor child looked really poorly. She said he had lost loads of weight. She said he was lifeless. She also felt she couldn't leave him as there was no sign of my cousin or her sister (my aunt and Matt's grandma) and ended up spending all afternoon there but eventually had to come away as my dad needed the car. She declared that you 'Would never know it was the same child.'
Mum said to me she felt she would have to go back and see 'The poor little mite' again and so the next afternoon she was once again in the hospital headed for baby Matthew's room. As she trotted down the corridor she heard my aunt call her name and turned to see my aunt and cousin in another room. 'Oh' says mum, 'You've moved then?' 'What do you mean?' they asked. 'Moved you into a different room' says mum. 'No' they say, 'We've been here all the time.' So in fact, not only would you not know it was the same child but it was NOT the same child. Yes, my mum had spent all afternoon with a baby she had never seen before in her life.
We never did find out who the other baby Matthew was.
So much for hospital security.
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