We’ve done birthdays and anniversaries in hospital before,
Easter and almost Christmas too
but this is the first time since Ivy and Noah were born
that we’ve celebrated their birthday here.
It’s a little bit sad,
kind of symbolic
but not altogether miserable.
The nurses and the new doctor have been wonderful -
I cannot fault their care for the girl
and all of our friends, who we’ve come to know on this journey
have wished the pair a happy day.
Noah is arriving tonight for a sleepover with his sister
and breakfast has been organised
so that when they wake they are together.
Just as it should be.
I mean, it’s not perfect or ideal
but we’re making the best of it all.
The Captains from Starlight, who reside in our hospital
have come for the last two days to decorate Ivy’s room
and make her laugh
and Ivy gets better and stronger each day.
Seven used to be my favourite number before William died
and then it wasn’t
but I still love this age.
where they wonder at the world
and everything is like a new adventure.
I love them too.
On the day they were born I wondered what it would be like,
how I would be
with two tiny babies to care for along with my grief
and my five other sweethearts who needed me too
but they’ve been my completion, really.
They are my biggest adventure so far.
So happy birthday, my gorgeous pair.
I hope seven is as exciting as you are to me
and as wonderful as ice cream and pancakes
with sweet, sticky syrup on your birthday morning.