The Sweetest Thing Ever

When Thomas was at the hospital we palmed Eli off on Deb (Rob's mum) and Emma (Rob's sister) which obviously he simply adored. What two year old doesn't love undivided attention and someone catering to their every whim? (In fact what fully grown adult wouldn't love that? I know I'd happily sign up.) He certainly doesn't experience such luxuries at home.

But Eli has never been without Thomas, when he was born he had a 16 month old big brother and apart from the odd hour here or there, happy about it or not, they are always together. Eli has never woken up to Thomas not being right there. They're brothers and essentially they are really best friends.

While we were waiting (what felt like a million sleep deprived years) for Thomas to be discharged Emma showed up with Eli. Thomas was playing in the ward playroom and when he and Eli saw each other they just approached each other and embraced. There they stood in the middle of the playroom hugging.

In that moment all of my memories of how flaming hard it was to have my boys 16 months apart quickly melted away and were replaced with a conviction that it was all totally worth it.

I wish I had a camera to record that precious moment. Instead I had to suffice with a mental picture.

I am so glad I have that mental image because within five minutes of being reunited at home of course the serenity was replaced with bickering and scuffling, but my precious mental image is getting me through.