If you receive a phonecall from NICU in the morning, you know there and then that you're not going to have a nice day. They'll never phone for a positive reason. The last time we got a call was back in October, when they told us that Willow had been put back on the ventilator.
This morning, it was because Willow was moved back into intensive care from the nursery. She'd had a couple of bagging episodes, and a very high temperature. This might indicate that she's got an infection, so she was returned to her former home and started on some antibiotics as a precaution. To make it worse, I've got a cold today, so can't go in to see my babies, and am full of guilt that I might have given Willow some kind of illness. These are not ingredients to make a happy Friday for anyone. Luckily though, I'd bought some custard creams and digestives yesterday, and we have enough Yorkshire tea to last a good few days. Must have known something like this was going to happen.
Anyway, life goes on, so I got stuck into working from home. Can't be dealing with seeing people, having questions about whether we've got a date yet to be coming home. No, we haven't got a bloody date yet.
The day did get better, and not just because of a tea/biscuit overdose. Willow had an x-ray, and it looked clear - no sign of pneumonia or anything of the sinister variety. Also, her bloods didn't show any real signs of infection, and she doesn't seem to be struggling with her breathing. She just occasionally has these bradycardias, and it's all a bit of a mystery. It could be that the infection has been caught nice and early; another blood test tomorrow will tell us more.
So Leela was on her own in the hospital today while I struggled with my bout of man-flu, did loads of work, and cooked sausage and mash for dinner. Hopefully I'll be feeling better tomorrow so we can have a nice family Saturday in NICU, for a change.
This morning, it was because Willow was moved back into intensive care from the nursery. She'd had a couple of bagging episodes, and a very high temperature. This might indicate that she's got an infection, so she was returned to her former home and started on some antibiotics as a precaution. To make it worse, I've got a cold today, so can't go in to see my babies, and am full of guilt that I might have given Willow some kind of illness. These are not ingredients to make a happy Friday for anyone. Luckily though, I'd bought some custard creams and digestives yesterday, and we have enough Yorkshire tea to last a good few days. Must have known something like this was going to happen.
Anyway, life goes on, so I got stuck into working from home. Can't be dealing with seeing people, having questions about whether we've got a date yet to be coming home. No, we haven't got a bloody date yet.
The day did get better, and not just because of a tea/biscuit overdose. Willow had an x-ray, and it looked clear - no sign of pneumonia or anything of the sinister variety. Also, her bloods didn't show any real signs of infection, and she doesn't seem to be struggling with her breathing. She just occasionally has these bradycardias, and it's all a bit of a mystery. It could be that the infection has been caught nice and early; another blood test tomorrow will tell us more.
So Leela was on her own in the hospital today while I struggled with my bout of man-flu, did loads of work, and cooked sausage and mash for dinner. Hopefully I'll be feeling better tomorrow so we can have a nice family Saturday in NICU, for a change.
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