Memories are funny things. Some are as clear as the bright blue sky, others as clear as mud!
My memories of Ra and Ro’s first couple of years are blurred and sketchy. Completely opposite to the memories I have of their older sister’s first years, which are fresh, warm and beautiful. I remember so much about Eldest and so little about Ra & Ro.
Ra was born with a rather large hole in the heart and a cleft in her soft palate. A heart ache for any parent under normal conditions but compounded when the local medical professionals looking after your child seems to fail you at every turn (a story to blog on another day).
At 9 weeks old she had had open heart surgery. At 8 months she had her first soft palate repair surgery and at 2 1/2 years she had her second soft palate repair surgery.
Today RaRa had what turned out to be her last heart echo scan just to check the scar tissue wasn’t causing any concerns. “It’s looking great!,” said Dr Paediatrician as Mr Dad, her twin and myself peered at the pumping image on the screen. “I don’t think we’ll need to check her heart again!” And with that the chapter closed and RaRa & RoRo ran off giggling down the corridor.I smiled, relieved that everything was still ticking along nicely and glad that we have one less appointment to attend. “That jelly they put on me didn’t wobble Mumma”, RaRa casually mentioned as we headed towards the car.By the time we got to the car I was holding back the tears as random memories flashed into my head stirring emotions that I thought were long gone and I have been wanting to cry on and off all day.