This week we've learnt a lot about bowel movements, and what effect they can have on small babies. Stanley is building up quite a reputation with the nursing staff for being rather good at this type of gut activity. I won't go into it in too much detail, but he does seem to forget about the rest of his vital organs, particularly his lungs, when he's concentrating on filling his nappy.
Today, both of our beautiful little babies were behaving very nicely. There's been no sign of a bag to rescue Willow for a few days now, and her reliance on additional oxygen is dwindling very slowly in the right direction. She's now on nasal prongs for 7 hours twice a day, and coping well. Stanley has been on just his prongs for 3 days running now, and most of the time they are pretty much redundant with no oxygen coming out of them.
So, we certainly haven't made it home with the children before the X Factor final, which was one of our original (optimistic) target dates. I'm quite glad about that in a way; it's not something I'd want to expose them to at such an early age. They've endured so much already in NICU, I think watching a few minutes of that might just tip them over the edge.
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