Wednesday, 12 September 2012
It really is the little things in life that matter and mean the most. Tonight it was a sleepy little voice in the almost darkness that belonged to a just three year old who I thought had gone to sleep. 'Big hug, nana' murmured the little voice and struggled to free himself from his duvet to be scooped up in my arms, his head buried in my neck. I gently rocked him, feeling his soft breathing on my shoulder as we both listened to his almost 2 year old brother sucking on his dummy as he slept in the next bed to his big brother. I rocked and held and snuggled this precious little man who so very nearly wasn't here with us and for whom every day is a bonus. He had a good report from his 3 monthly hospital 'MOT' yesterday, buthe will need another major heart operation in about 12 months time. My heart cries at this, we all know that this has to happen and comes on the back of the 3 other major heart ops he has had in his short life, but it doesn't lessen my fears. The warm breath on my neck is so real and I don't want to put him down, don't want to let him go. We would go to the ends of the earth for this precious little man (and his brother) and very soon we may be making the biggest change in all our lives I could ever have imagined.