The time has come for our special little man to start nursery.
It has not been an easy decision but we feel like the cheeky chappy is ready to experience all that nursery has to offer.
We did not have a great experience (to say the least) when it came to drop offs with the eldest so it's fair to say I'm slightly anxious about how things will work out.
After a few trial sessions it seems to me that the little man isn't too phased by the actual separation.
He did get upset because of the unfamiliar faces and surroundings but I'm hoping he will settle when in a routine.
When we first brought him home after those horrendous first few months of his life, I remember thinking there was no chance I would ever leave him until he had to go to school.
I am rubbish and will no doubt turn up to my new job with mascara streaks and nursery on redial.
But on the other hand I couldn't be happier and more proud that our little fighter has thrived so much that he is ready for this next big step.
It's at times like these when I wish those amazing people who saved his life could see him.
Thankfully though they are far too busy helping other little ones and their families.