Morning report said Stanley had been a good boy. We were worrying it might have said he was back on the ventilator. Just need the little fella to keep it up.
Willow didn’t have such a good night – she needed bagging a few times, and it turns out it was due to the tube not being in the right place.
When we got to NICU we found both our children relatively stable. Willow was basically okay until she fidgeted and moved the position of the tube, at which point she would de-sat again. We had quite a nice chat with some nurses, and appeared to be having a nice day.
As the day went on, I became increasingly aware of all the noise in there today. There were quite a few babies in, and the monitors were going off all over the place. For lack of better words, it was ‘doing my head in’.
Mum and Dad visited just after six and stayed till seven. It started off okay but while they were there, both kids started playing up; having bradys and de-sats all over the place. We just felt like we were in the way, and I know Mum and Dad were getting quite upset, probably because I was obviously upset. It was all building up and I felt like my head was going to explode. After Mum and Dad went home, I could see it was getting to Leela too, and she started crying. Today, which had started so promisingly had gone very downhill – without anything really bad actually happening.
We talked about it, which always helps, and popped into Mille on the way home to pick up another amazing take away. And, of course, it’s Saturday, so X Factor was on. Which almost makes me want to be back in NICU.
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