Another long day at work today, and straight to St Mary's to meet up with Leela and our little bundles of joy.
Today, they were quite well behaved children again; only a few little 'moments' and they're coping well off the CPAP. And still, no sign of Willow getting any worse.
Tomorrow is quite a big day. They're having their eyes checked again for what's called ROP (Retinopathy of Prematurity), which is basically 'disorganized growth of retinal blood vessels which may result in scarring and retinal detachment'. It's what Stevie Wonder had, to make him blind. (Thanks, Google - as usual, you make me more paranoid. Must stop Googling.) They've already had two checks for ROP though, and were both clear. So chances are, they will be okay. In the vast majority of cases it's mild anyway, and even if it's more severe, it can be fixed with a bit of laser surgery.
Also, tomorrow they're having head scans. This is another normal occurrence, but we're a bit more worried this time because Willow had some 'areas of high density' in the white matter of her brain last week. These may just be absolutely nothing, an imperfection with the ultra-sound image, or it could mean there is some bleeding. Naturally, us as parents are drawn towards the latter as our conclusion - but hopefully it's just nothing.
What is surprising to me, is that I haven't turned to the demon drink during this trying time. It could so easily be a way out; but in fact, I drink hardly anything now. You need a clear head in order to take it all in, to be able to talk things through with each other, and to be there for the babies.
And besides, spending a day in NICU with a raging hangover would be even worse than spending it in Dunelm Mill on a Sunday looking at curtains.
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