In Intensive Care, we were told repeatedly that we should be prepared, we will cope but that Arya will have needs.
Over and over again, my response was, of course we will cope, but she’s going to be fine…
Then, I would sing a version of this song, to her, in to her incubator whilst I held her, over and over;
I Love You – The Lamb (Ode To An Arya)
We shall overcome
Everything down the line
…
And, I aint gonna listen to reason
I’m gonna speak with my heart
…
We shall overcome
Everything down the line
…
Baby gonna give me wings so I can fly
(Most pertinent lyrics, over and over, our Arya Mantra)
By now, at just short of two, Arya began to walk… moment of pure joy, pure, pure, joy. Those ”delusions” of mine, ”She’s going to be fine, she’s going to be fine”, now seemed pure perception?
Focused, unquenchable, selfless, positive intent, powerful stuff.
Nobel prize for Bravery, if there were and I gave it out : Mummy and Arya.
With the lamb, the flame is safe…