“Come here, Elio” I mumble as I pick up my son with one arm, carrying a bag with a bow on the front

Yesterday you gave birth to our second child, a daughter. Three years ago we had our first child, Elio. Ever since we explained to him that there was a baby in your tummy, he had been extremely interested. Now she’s finally here. I was with you the whole labour, and you did amazing. I’m so proud of you for going through this twice. I just picked up Elio from my mum, who had been watching him since we went to the hospital. We walk through the long corridors until we reach the room you’re in. I let down Elio on the floor and grab his little hand as I open the door.

We’re met with the sight of you sitting up on the hospital bed, holding our baby daughter. I smile softly to you. I gently lead Elio towards the bed and carefully lift him up onto the bed so he can look at his sister.

“Look Elio, it’s you sister” I mumble softly. I look into your eyes and smile before I gently kiss the top of your head.