So I went down at 4.30am with my expressed milk to go in the fridge, as has become routine lately. Max has been moved! They said that unless there were 2 emergencies we’d be staying put, so sounds like they’ve had a rough night bless them.
He’s been moved into HDU and has a big room to himself. But the bonus, I can pick him up whenever I want!
Now he is more stable and off all the machines I am going to attempt a trip home. We have so much milk in the freezer I need to try and take it home. Plus I haven’t seen the twins since Monday (husband got them up and took them to nursery Tuesday morning) so I feel really bad for them. They probably feel like we buggar off for a holiday every month without them at the moment.
As soon as we leave the hospital though, I feel horrendous. I hate being away from Max and need my husband. Why did I force myself to do this. Even the joy of my twins isn’t drowning out the horrible feeling.
Max is doing great though, even on the bottles. Which is great as means he will take a bottle in the future when needed.
Just wish I could split myself in two.
Spina Bifida Baby 