April 2nd is always going to be a big day. It should be. It’s our son’s birthday.
After alot of worry and tears we settled on a late lunch on the beach. We had a cake and we sang happy birthday to our angel boy.
It was sweet.
He made his presence felt with the very low fly over of the Westpac Helicopter, the very same that was supposed to chopper him out to Westmead on that fateful night. The sound of that helicopter always makes me shudder. ALWAYS. Apparently it’s all a part of this traumatic birth deal.
After lunch we had professional photos taken. A lovely, lovely photographer, Renee Moore, was patient enough to capture the Seven Little Australians. I can’t wait to see them. There were even some with David and I.
Wow! If you ever need a photographer, and you are in the Newcastle area, we can highly recommend her.
The evening sunset was glorious on the beach and the weather was beautiful. We let the kids go in the water for an evening swim and as I watched them together, I couldn’t help but feel melancholy, for the little guy who was missing and alot of love for the earth angels.
They have kept me going, kept me mindful that it’s not just me who is hurting.
They have lost too, a brother, parts of their childhood, parts of the old Mummy.
They keep me grounded. I am thankful for that and for them.
Ivy started the Dapsone today as well and so, I have just one ask for my angel boy tonight and I know it’s his birthday but if he could just grant me this wish…
Please watch over her. Please. And keep her safe.
Happy Birthday, gorgeous boy. I love you.
