Instalment 4 Sunday 10 April 2011

I continued my night time feeding plan and discovered that getting up through the night wasn't really too bad, but I knew deep down I was probably kidding myself and I would pay sometime down the track.

This morning proved to be my first challenge of this whole new experience of keeping a possum. I was rostered on in the Resource Centre at church and had to be there by 8:15am. I had to time Tamigotchi's feeding so that he would not be left longer than the four hourly feed routine. I fed him at 7:30am, tucked him in his pouch, strapped him inside my bra and wallah...off we went. I decided to take him with me to church to keep him safe and warm. He would be able to hear my heartbeat. And, if he was with me I knew he would be safe and I wouldn't fret.

I arrived on time and set up everything that needed doing, ready for our first customers. Tim was visiting from Hillsong Sydney and he popped in to see how things were doing in our Resource Centre. He chatted away to me as we tried to help each other out with some further setting up, meanwhile the whole time little Tamigotchi slept on, unknown to anyone. He was my little secret.

Luckily for me, he slept very well and snuggled in tight. I potentially could have received a few curious glances if there was massive movement down there. But for my immediate self esteem, I just hoped it didn't look like I had a third boob down there. I didn't get any strange stares from customers, that I noticed anyway, so I think my secret was safe.

Church was very busy and when it was time to go into the service I found my friend who I normally sit with and squeezed in beside her during praise and worship. When it came time to greet each other, I whispered to my friend, as a joke, that I'd had a boob job and asked her what she thought. I was seriously met with a very surprised face and I burst out laughing.

I asked her, "Seriously? You have known me for how long? And you seriously think I'd be the type to go in for a boob job?"

She giggled once she knew I was joking, but the surprised look on her face returned when I whispered what I did have in there.

I've never really thought about how loud praise and worship music is until that morning. Everyone was seriously in the moment and all I could think about was Tamigotchi's little tiny ears and hoped that he was not traumatised.

Tamigotchi survived his first visit to church, as did I. No one knew, except for my friend. He happily ate after we arrived home.

This little guy has lots of attitude though. He bites me when he wants to let me know he's annoyed with me. He certainly lets me know exactly what he wants me to do, or not to do.
His attitude is a good thing. It shows me he has spirit. He has survived to date and I'm sure this has a lot to do with his will, or spirit.