Today didn't get off to the best start - Willow needed resuscitating again this morning. We're wondering when it's going to stop; we certainly can't cope with this when she's at home.
The days are still merging into one long one; it's difficult to remember what happened this morning. The babies were generally okay today, but Willow had a couple of almost-bagging incidents. The fact that she does pick herself up eventually is a good thing - hopefully she is growing out of it. Tomorrow is their official due date, so ideally everything will fall into place on this day. All we need now is for both of them to take from a bottle at each feed, and for Willow to convince everyone that she is not going to have these episodes where she just stops breathing and slows her heart rate to a scarily low number.
It looks like a late dinner again tonight - we haven't eaten our evening meal before 9.30pm in a long time. And it's been a good nine hours since our BP Meal Deal, so I'm starving as usual. I can totally understand why these babies start crying before each feed-time; it's only my slightly advanced maturity which stops me from doing the same.
So, it's a big day tomorrow, kids - 40 weeks gestation. Let's show these doctors what you're made of, so we can move into the nursery before your 100 day birthday.
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