I cannot believe that we used to call this little boy ‘the saddest baby in the world’. His first few weeks earthside were filled with sorrow – stemming, I am certain, from his very traumatic entry into our world and subsequent resuscitation. No one could settle him, not even me. He was only marginally happy when near his twin sister. He had a permanent sadface, a frown line I thought would be forever etched into his forehead.
The day after he was born, I thought we were going to lose him. I haven’t written or talked about those first few days in hospital much, because they were some of the most horrible. But he has come so far, that I sometimes feel I imagined those early days; that he has always been this happy, curious, jolly boy. It is a pleasure to hear him giggle – usually at his siblings – and I don’t take it for granted.
My wish for him is that he will always be this good-natured and easy to smile. My beautiful, happy tinyboy.