As BB is my third child it is rare that she, he who helped create them and I spend days out alone together. We have spent a fair bit of time cooped up in hospitals together but no one really describes that as worthy of hitting the top ten fun things to do with kids list.
Today was meant to be a day that BB could spend with her parents, one that would involve fun, icecream, shows, rides and a fair handful of chocolate buttons.
Today started like any other; twin boy bounded in the room at 6.04 gleefully excited to be awake and not worried about who he woke up in his wake. BB yawned next to me and chanted “hullo” to her big dopey brother and then cheerfully latched back on. He who helped create them snoozed loudly beside and twin girl bellowed from the bathroom that the loo roll was gone and she had done a poo….
We all know we should be grateful that it is not something worse, god knows we are but it doesn’t help heal the hurt.
We all share the pain of putting our children to sleep and watching them wake to life in spica.
It’s the final countdown…
In six weeks BB will turn two, she will be spica free and hopefully on the road to recovery. She will be a toddler and still breastfed.
Easter always starts the same way, at six am you can find me stood on our front lawn scattering foil wrapped parcels of delight in amongst the flower beds.
Preceding this tradition is usually an exchange of harsh words between he who helped create them and I as he declares me insane for mimicking the actions of an imaginary over grown bunny once again.