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….
I fought to ignore the mayhem building around me until BB’s spica cast caught me sharp in the ribs and brought me to my senses.
Today was the end, after eleven long weeks which started with surgery, seizures and a blood transfusion, the end of life in spica was virtually moments away.
My excitement burned through me and in my state of hyper anxiousness I turned into manic mummy as I flew through the house washing pots, cleaning shoes, shouting at children and cleaning up puppy piddle.
Then I blinked and found myself back in the place of hope and sadness, BB lay afore me bound in cast in her hospital cot with a hint of fear sparkling behind her pretty green eyes. A strange man approached, in his hand he held the worlds largest pair of scissors and taking a deep breath he began to cut.
With each snip BB relaxed a little more, as the spica eased on her waist she smiled the sweetest of smiles. She gurgled a giggle as the cold of the blade gently tickled at her skin and at the end she thanked the man who had set her free (choosing not to remember it was he who had bound her in the first place).
X-Rays confirmed success and the smile that was tentatively playing on BB’s lips spread like a Cheshire grin across my mouth and I watched with un concealed happiness as he who helped create them scooped his little girl close to his chest in a body crushing hug.
My Libby-Sue has her legs back, I cannot even begin to convey the emotion that has washed over me today, I can’t describe the laughter that erupted when moments after her bandages were removed she managed to sit, just for a moment.
My rational brain tells me the road we have travelled in the last three months is chicken feed compared to what other parents face. For that I am truly thankful.
Now I am off to love and hug my smallest some more….
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