Well, that didn't really go according to plan. It turns out that Stanley is just not ready yet to be going home; he still can't co-ordinate his feeding. While having his bottle, he doesn't breathe, de-saturates badly and was choking again today. The Speech and Language team came to visit, and they had no magic solution. Like everything else, 'he'll grow out of it'. Not a lot we can do about it.
So, it's probably going to be another couple of weeks. There's no way we can take him home while there is any risk that he's going to need resuscitating. Because of that, there's no point in us rooming in yet. It's all a bit heartbreaking; we were all geared up for a lovely stay in Hotel NICU, and now it's back to business as usual.
At least this way, Willow might be ready at the same time and they might both be coming home together. Willow is fantastic at feeding; her only problem is that she still has a tendency to stop breathing for no apparent reason. Only when she's had a good period of not doing that, can she be considered as ready.
So, not a great couple of days. Sixteen weeks of spending endless hours amidst the beeps, noises, stresses and strains of an intensive care unit, and it looks like we may have another couple more to go. We're going to have to try and de-stress to prevent distress. At least we have a nice clean house courtesy of a Nanna and a couple of aunties, who we are very grateful to.
Ok, so.......Friday night traditionally means beer and curry. Sounds good to me.
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