James and Moses

The twin stories continue! James has now had his second surgery to repair his hernia, following his diagnosis of Malaria. Moses' cerebral malaria has settled and has not had any seizures for sometime.
I have been on night shifts this week and B ward was a hive of activity all 3 nights. James and Moses had their 'family bed' right near the nurses station. Last night I witnessed 2 hilarious and touching moments in the twins day. They are both now feeling a whole lot better and are up and about on their feet and back to mischief.
In the evenings we let the kids play or wander between the wards providing they behave themselves, as I was tending to on of my patients in A ward, the door opened and in wandered 2 little figures with chocolate skin and chubby cheeks. The boys dressed, one in red and white stripes and the other in tie dye mini theatre gowns, a little too big for them, wrapped almost twice around their podgy waists, the gowns virtually touching the floor, entered the room clearly on a mission. heading straight for the corner they retrieved the big yellow physio exercise ball. Then began the hilarious ball exchange between the twins, uttering some little phrases with much indignation, the 2 boys loved every second of their playtime together. One of my friends Katy began playing pee-po with the boys as they buried their faces in to the big yellow ball, giggling with delight. It is hard to imagine that these 2 little boys had just over 24 hours ago both been clammy, grizzly, lying pretty much motionless in their 'family bed', with us trying our best to make them smile to little or no avail.
The next of the delightful moments came a little later in the evening, and I popped to B ward to speak to someone. I stopped in my tracks as I heard James and Moses' mother say 'Go!' What was before my eyes? The twin boys, in their slightly too long and too big gowns, in their little sandals, trudging one behind the other toward the bathroom door. Moses was carrying a large shiny rustling bag crammed with soap and towels and toothbrushes, James with a big blue washing-up-esque bowl, both piled on top of their heads, held secure by their squidgy little arms straining up to the top of their loads. We were all laughing and delighting in how the 2 foot something boys carried on not a care in the world. Then their Mum did it, she brought the tears to mine and Ali's already unstable emotional cascade...She piped up, singing loud and rhythmically, dancing a little with one of the songs we often here in church and on the ward...'He will carry my load...'
I think Ali and I could have had an aneurysm at that point...
Another 'this is why I am here' moment!