Another week gone. Eight down, six to go (best case scenario).
Another few nappies gone, too. Stanley was up to his old tricks, playing up for Mummy and Daddy with his assortment of bowel antics. Just as I'd finished changing him and giving him a nice new nappy, I heard a noise that could only mean one thing - the Colman's Mustard factory had reopened its doors again, straight into a Pampers Micro. So he got another fresh one, and guess what happened? Nappy number three in as many minutes. I gave that one to Mummy to fix - I was worn out after all that.
We had a relatively nice time again in NICU today. Willow was being especially stable, and looking a lot less stressed than she had been - enjoying a good cuddle with Mummy. At the moment, we're just worrying what she will be like when she's finished her course of steroids at the weekend. The docs expect her to go back a few steps, but are very happy with how she's coped so far off the ventilator.
Stanley was looking slightly too chubby today. He's got a bit swollen all over, but still looks like a very cute baby. He's been on antibiotics and had his milk cut back by a few ml an hour, and seems to be improving.
So it's about time to watch some more Children in Need; this time on the telly, rather than our own. But actually, there's only so much of Susan Boyle and Pudsey we can watch - so we'll just donate some money and stick Jack Bauer on instead.
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