Liam has just decided to have midnight cuddles with Mummy and Daddy after waking screaming, tossing and turning in his bed. He’s calmed down now with a cup of warm milk and came to me in my study, quietly asking…
‘Is Alyssa at the hospital?’
‘Yes mate, she’s at the hospital sleeping’.
‘Alyssa still sick?’
‘Yes she is still sick’.
‘Alyssa get better and come to our house?’
‘Yes mate’ (tears welling in the eyes)
Pointing to my chest, ‘Mummy give Alyssa milk’
‘That’s right. I give Alyssa lots of milk to make her get better faster’.
I knew he understood what was going on to some extent but it’s the first time he’s really verbalised about bringing Alyssa home from the hospital. I’m pleased he understands that she is sick but she will get better and that being in hospital isn’t the normal thing and that she is meant to, and one day will, come home and live with us – that she’s part of our family. It both breaks and warms my heart at the same time.
And with that he happily trudged back off to bed with Daddy – hopefully for the rest of the night now – and Mummy will go off to get some more of that magic milky medicine to make Alyssa all better.