Another long day today. I started painting the new skirting board at 6am while Leela was doing her usual early morning express. We're having a new carpet fitted in the lounge tomorrow, which should hopefully help contain the icy blasts which currently shoot up through the floorboards. Don't think Willow and Stanley would appreciate those drafts when they come home, so we'd better make it nice and snug.
Talked to the doc this morning during the daily round. He actually said the words 'Not much sign of any respiratory distress' while listening to Willow's chest. This is incredible, considering that this time three weeks ago, we had a conversation with the doc about how 'crummy' her lungs were, as he showed us an x ray showing that they were completely cloudy and one was collapsed. Back then, we seriously thought that she might not even survive. Now, she's very nearly on a par with her little (big) brother. Just shows how quickly things can change in this place.
It shows how much progress we've made that the doctors no longer have grave conversations with us every morning, where they used to list the babies' current problems, what the risks are, what the worst case scenario was etc etc. The 'current problems' list on their daily sheet is now shorter than the 'resolved problems' list. It now only contains a few items like: Pre-term, chronic lung disease, respiratory distress syndrome, PDA, ventricular hypertrophy, conjugated hyperbilirubinemia, edematous, cysts in the brain ventricles, all that kind of standard stuff.
We're really appreciating every minute we're spending with the babies now. It could've been so much worse. I was reading on the news the other day about two 27 week old twins who both died while in hospital a couple of weeks after being born - I can only imagine what their parents are going through. It just shows, whatever crap we think we're going through at the moment, there's always someone a lot worse off.
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