Woke up in our temporary holiday home (at Willow and Stanley's Nanna and Grandad's house). We're staying here while our bathroom is being kitted out with a replacement for our much-loved avocado suite. (Thank you, Mr and Mrs S - next time we'll bring the grandchildren).
Didn't really want to be at work today - we have too much to do and two babies to see. But someone's got to, I suppose. I called NICU from the office for the morning status report, over a stale muffin and a cuppa. Probably didn't need the muffin after shoving a big bowl of Coco Pops down my neck before I left - but desperate times call for desperate measures. Anyway, there was good news all round. Both the kids had been sensible overnight, and had remembered to breathe the whole time.
Eventually I decided I'd had enough at work so made my way to Poole to see the family. Stanley's doing really well today - he's now on his nasal prongs for 13 hours a day, and for 3 of those hours today he was on no oxygen at all. Willow's coping well with 5 hours on prongs twice a day; her oxygen requirements coming down slowly. However, it looks like she will certainly be coming home on oxygen; so we'll have to get our house converted into an O2 machine and we won't get away from those bleeping monitors for a while yet. But we don't care, as long as those babies are home with us.
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