While at the hospital we asked to have Libby swaddled in a blanket we had bought her so we could bring her smell home to the dogs before bringing her home. The night before she was set to be released to us we brought this blanket home and let the dogs smell it before draping it over the swing to spread the smell.
After we received the message that Libby wouldn't be coming home with us it kind of just stayed there until Luke crawled over and pulled it down burying his face in it. My heart skipped a beat.
I immediately thought he can't possibly know can he? I mean he has only been around her once in the hospital.
But somehow he knew. He has had to sleep with that pink striped blanket every day since. For naps ... for bedtime ... for every sleep.
I'm not sure it's possible that he could know she was going to be his little sister so maybe this is his way of saying we've still got him and everything will be okay?
Either way he somehow just knows.
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