It's now over ten weeks that NICU has been our second home - we've probably travelled to Poole hospital and back about 100 times. Can't imagine what it will be like to not have to go there every day, but hopefully we'll find out soon.
Had a good day on Saturday, generally. Willow had another routine head scan, which revealed that the stuff that they saw last time had diminished slightly. I say 'stuff' because the docs don't even really know what it is, if indeed it's anything. A baby can have what seem to be major bleeds in their brain but still be completely unaffected in their development. Or they can have a normal brain scan and still have serious issues. So these scans don't really tell us much. But the good thing is there are no 'swiss cheese' areas, which would certainly indicate a problem.
There was a momentous moment happening around the Stanley Senior cot this afternoon. His first bath! He's now been on a normal mattress (ie not heated) for a few days, so has proved he's able to regulate his body temperature enough to be dipped into some water for a good wash. He appeared to love it, much to our surprise. He kept his sats up and was wide awake during the whole ordeal, even during the behind-the-ear washing. So his hair is now clean for the first time, and I reckon there's definitely some Daddy-style mousy blond in there, much to Mummy's disagreement.
The weekend was going really well until it took a small downward step on Sunday lunchtime. We came back from our field trip to B&Q and tile shops, where we did some important research on our impending bathroom re-fit, to the news that Willow had had another bagging incident while we were out. She'd done so well since Friday night - so we were gutted, again. It was nothing major but does put a downer on things.
After that though, they were both doing really well for the rest of the day. The trend is definitely still moving upward in the baby-health department, which is the most important thing right now.
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