Tom is extubated and we hear our son's voice for the first time in nearly a week. Throat sore from the tubes, Tom's cries are pathetic and his few words hoarse.
Our boy is out of his coma. I can say the word now it's over.
Stiff and disoriented Tom lies in his mum's lap. At one point he squawks 'cuddle' and we cry.
The physiotherapist listens to his chest, checking if any fluid remains. Tom takes out his dummy, shouts 'Don't!' and puts it back in again. I cry again.
Later in the afternoon Tom becomes separated from his dummy and demands its return. Our little boy is back and I can face calling a few more people.