We've been waiting for Saturday and Sunday morning lie-ins like this for a long time, and we finally got them this weekend; complete with bacon and egg sandwiches, and our babies on the bed with us. We're still not getting a terrific amount of sleep though, as both Willow and Stanley make continuous noises throughout the night.
We're still appreciating not having to go to NICU every day, and not having to worry all night about what our children are doing all those miles away. Of course, we still worry about how they're doing right beside us, but it's getting much easier. Their monitors are going off a lot less already; they seem to be even more stable than they were when they left NICU.
The health visitor came around this morning and was very impressed with how happy and settled the pair of them are. They were both even giving away a few smiles. They were weighed today - Stanley is 12lbs 4oz, and Willow is 10lbs 9oz - so both are still gaining weight really nicely.
We've been out for a few walks, complete with Infection Control rain covers to protect from prying fingers and germ-filled splutters. We probably look like neurotic parents, but we'd rather look neurotic than see either or both of our babies back in hospital. We're getting used to carting oxygen and sat monitors around with us everywhere, but really can't wait until we don't have to anymore. It will probably be a few months yet; although we are starting to turn Willow's oxygen down quite a bit more now, and Stanley's feeding has improved so much that he hardly ever de-saturates at all.
We still haven't quite got our own feeding regime on track. We tend to not have time to eat, so breakfast doesn't generally make an appearance until the afternoon. There is always a pot of filter coffee on the go and a small supply of cakes for emergency caffeine and calories. The kids are obviously getting a lot more nutrition than we are anyway.
So, we're one week in to our new lives back home, which means that Willow and Stanley are one week stronger. The highlights of any of our days now is when either of them smiles at us; I suppose it means we're at least doing something right. Hopefully their memories of all the nasty things they went through are already fading, and are being replaced with dreams of a happy future.
We're still appreciating not having to go to NICU every day, and not having to worry all night about what our children are doing all those miles away. Of course, we still worry about how they're doing right beside us, but it's getting much easier. Their monitors are going off a lot less already; they seem to be even more stable than they were when they left NICU.
The health visitor came around this morning and was very impressed with how happy and settled the pair of them are. They were both even giving away a few smiles. They were weighed today - Stanley is 12lbs 4oz, and Willow is 10lbs 9oz - so both are still gaining weight really nicely.
We've been out for a few walks, complete with Infection Control rain covers to protect from prying fingers and germ-filled splutters. We probably look like neurotic parents, but we'd rather look neurotic than see either or both of our babies back in hospital. We're getting used to carting oxygen and sat monitors around with us everywhere, but really can't wait until we don't have to anymore. It will probably be a few months yet; although we are starting to turn Willow's oxygen down quite a bit more now, and Stanley's feeding has improved so much that he hardly ever de-saturates at all.
We still haven't quite got our own feeding regime on track. We tend to not have time to eat, so breakfast doesn't generally make an appearance until the afternoon. There is always a pot of filter coffee on the go and a small supply of cakes for emergency caffeine and calories. The kids are obviously getting a lot more nutrition than we are anyway.
So, we're one week in to our new lives back home, which means that Willow and Stanley are one week stronger. The highlights of any of our days now is when either of them smiles at us; I suppose it means we're at least doing something right. Hopefully their memories of all the nasty things they went through are already fading, and are being replaced with dreams of a happy future.
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