This week, we've mostly been forgetting what sleep is like. Although that, and the tiredness created by the lack of sleepy time, are the only negative elements to come out of the last few days.
Willow and Stanley are still coming on in every way. Each morning they seem bigger and smilier, and it's always a real joy to meet them again every time they wake up. They were weighed again today - Stanley is 13lbs, Willow is 11lbs 10oz. They're moving their way up the percentiles, Stanley nearing the 75th and Willow on the 50th (for their corrected age of almost nine weeks, of course).
I've been working from home this week, pretending to not be at home at all - only interacting with family members if I hear an adult scream from downstairs. Leela has, amazingly, been coping superbly with the double full-time job she's got. On an average of three and a half hours sleep each night, it's not easy dealing with two extremely demanding little humans all day, particularly those that require oxygen, sat monitors and a cocktail of drugs. The day we get rid of Willow's oxygen and both the monitors will be like another escape - our final (material) ties to the legacy of premature birth will be left behind us.
For me, it has been like a break getting stuck back into work. I can concentrate properly now, knowing that everything I need in life is just downstairs, and not in a hospital on the other side of town, where I don't know what's happening. It's still an amazing relief every time the phone rings, knowing that it's not NICU.
The weaning is still going well; it looks like Willow is the more accomplished spoon feeder. Stanley still needs to calm down a bit, and realise that the food is not going to run away from him unless he shakes his head around like a madman. At this rate, we'll be liquidising jalfrezis before we know it. Might give those nappies a miss....
Willow and Stanley are still coming on in every way. Each morning they seem bigger and smilier, and it's always a real joy to meet them again every time they wake up. They were weighed again today - Stanley is 13lbs, Willow is 11lbs 10oz. They're moving their way up the percentiles, Stanley nearing the 75th and Willow on the 50th (for their corrected age of almost nine weeks, of course).
I've been working from home this week, pretending to not be at home at all - only interacting with family members if I hear an adult scream from downstairs. Leela has, amazingly, been coping superbly with the double full-time job she's got. On an average of three and a half hours sleep each night, it's not easy dealing with two extremely demanding little humans all day, particularly those that require oxygen, sat monitors and a cocktail of drugs. The day we get rid of Willow's oxygen and both the monitors will be like another escape - our final (material) ties to the legacy of premature birth will be left behind us.
For me, it has been like a break getting stuck back into work. I can concentrate properly now, knowing that everything I need in life is just downstairs, and not in a hospital on the other side of town, where I don't know what's happening. It's still an amazing relief every time the phone rings, knowing that it's not NICU.
The weaning is still going well; it looks like Willow is the more accomplished spoon feeder. Stanley still needs to calm down a bit, and realise that the food is not going to run away from him unless he shakes his head around like a madman. At this rate, we'll be liquidising jalfrezis before we know it. Might give those nappies a miss....
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