jealousy that she felt when she heard that Melanie was pregnant again. Luci would give her right arm for a family.
But she knew she had to put her own issues aside. Her job, their job, was to help Melanie. Luci wanted to jump in, she had suggestions on how to assist Melanie to change her situation, but Seb must have sensed her desire to offer her opinion and he put a stop to it by asking her to do Milo’s health check. Did he think Melanie would open up more if she wasn’t in the room? He was probably right. Melanie was unlikely to want to discuss her problems in front of a stranger.
‘Milo hasn’t had a cold or been unwell?’ Luci clarified with Melanie. ‘Any concerns at all?’ she asked, figuring that as Melanie had three children she would know what to look out for by now.
Melanie shook her head. ‘He’s been fine. He’s on baby formula now and some solids. He’s in the room across the hall.’
‘No ear infections, colds or reaction to any other immunisations?’
‘No.’
Luci picked up her nursing bag and crossed the hall and found herself in a child’s bedroom. A bunk bed stood against one wall and Milo’s cot was in the opposite corner. He was lying in his cot but he was awake. His eyes followed her as she came towards him.
There was a change mat leaning against the cot and she put it on the bottom bunk. She chatted softly to Milo as she lifted him out of the cot. She could smell a dirty nappy. She laid him down and undressed him, removing his nappy and singlet. She needed to check his hips and testes and it would also give her a chance to check for any bruises or other signs of maltreatment. She was relieved to find nothing. His soft baby skin was unmarked and besides his dirty nappy he was perfectly clean and seemingly well cared for. She found a clean nappy and his blue health-care book on a shelf. She changed his nappy and listened to his chest then recorded his length and weight. He was in the average range for both. He seemed like a happy, healthy little boy.
She gave him his oral polio vaccine and then his immunisation injection and then she couldn’t resist a cuddle. She took a deep breath, getting her fill of tiny baby smell. He smelt like talcum powder and baby lotion and the smell made her heart ache. She closed her eyes and wondered if coming to Sydney to study family and community health had been the right decision. She’d been so keen to escape Vickers Hill that she hadn’t really considered the ramifications of taking the course. She was going to be exposed to plenty of babies and pregnant mothers. Perhaps she should have enrolled in an aged-care course instead.
Milo was grizzling a little after his injection so Luci took him back with her and handed him to his mum. She recorded the details of the vaccinations in the little blue book while she listened to Seb’s conversation with Melanie.
‘It’s worse when he’s been drinking,’ she was saying.
‘Today is Friday. I suppose he’ll be going to the pub after work tonight?’ Seb asked. When Melanie nodded he continued, ‘Is there someone you could ask to come over? A friend, your mum or a sister? If you are going to stay here then I think it would be wise to have someone else here with you for support when he gets home.’
Melanie wouldn’t maintain eye contact and Luci knew she had no intention of following Seb’s suggestion.
‘Your decision, Melanie,’ Seb said as he stood up. Perhaps he realised he was getting nowhere. ‘But I will be checking to make sure you keep the appointment that I’ll make for you with the counsellor, okay?’
He gathered his things and Luci went with him out to the car.
‘We can’t just leave her there,’ Luci exploded as she clicked her seat belt into position. She’d been fighting to keep her temper under control and had just managed to hold it together until they had some privacy.
‘What else do you suggest we do?’ Seb asked. ‘She doesn’t want to leave and when she has left in the past it’s never been for long. She always goes back. We have to pick our battles.’
‘But she should be thinking about the children.’
‘Melanie says he’s never hurt them. Did you see anything to indicate otherwise?’
‘No.’ Luci shook her head. ‘Milo was perfectly healthy and happy but still it’s no way for those children to grow up. They shouldn’t have to see that, plus it perpetuates the cycle of abuse.’
‘I know that. Trust me, we’re working on it. I will make an appointment for her to see a counsellor. For us to be able to make any real difference we need to support Melanie to find a way out of this. She will need somewhere to live and she will need money. There is new legislation that can force the perpetrator to leave the premises so that the victim can stay in their home, but I’m not convinced that is a workable solution. It makes it far too easy for the abusive party to find the victim. Court orders ordering them to stay away are violated on a regular basis. This is a problem that can’t be fixed overnight and it can’t be fixed unless Melanie wants it to change, but I promise I will be doing everything I can.’
Luci nodded. ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised. She should have guessed Seb would do what he thought was best. ‘I jumped down your throat.’
‘It’s okay. I know it’s hard to understand when you’re strong and independent how someone else can put up with circumstances that you would never dream of tolerating. But try to see it from Melanie’s point of view. She feels she doesn’t have any other option. Again it’s about education and support. But these things take time. Not everyone can just up and leave. If you want to work in community health you’re going to need to have patience and empathy. Don’t stop wanting better things for people but don’t expect them all to be like you.’
Luci got off her high horse. She knew all that. She didn’t have to look too hard to find the similarities between her situation and Melanie’s. She understood how much effort and energy and strength it took to leave the familiar. She hadn’t left Vickers Hill without a push from Flick, and her circumstances were far better than Melanie’s. She’d only had to leave behind an ex-husband—one who had never beaten her, just one who’d decided he wanted a different life. She knew she couldn’t be critical of Melanie or Seb.
‘Now, let’s talk about something else,’ Seb said as he turned onto the main road. ‘Something happier. What are your plans for the weekend?’
‘I should be studying,’ she replied, as she tried to put Melanie and her circumstances out of her mind. Seb had said he would monitor the situation and she had to trust him to do that. ‘I have an assignment due Monday.’
‘How long do you need?’
‘I’m not sure. Why?’
Seb shrugged. ‘You said you’ve never been to Sydney before. I have a free day tomorrow. If you like, I could show you around.’
She should get started on her assignment but when faced with a choice between spending her day with a gorgeous tourist guide or her laptop it was a no brainer. If she got started on her assignment tonight she should be able to finish it on Sunday. She’d get it done on time even if it meant staying up all night. She wasn’t about to knock back Seb’s invitation.
‘I’d love that, thank you.’
There was a sticky note from Seb stuck
