Mummy felt lots of different emotions today.
Today was not only our official due date, the day we should have made it into the world, but it was the 7th anniversary of Grandad Reginald going to the other world in the sky.
So….mummy went to the hospital with three helium balloons. She pulled up in the hospital car park and sent one to the sky for Grandad Reg, with a little message. She sat on the boot of her car in the rain and had a little moment, remembering all of the happy times (& the sad ones) and wondered if there was anything other than coincidence in the fact that our due date was today, the anniversary of his death. She watched the balloon go up, up and away until she couldn’t see it anymore.
Mummy gave us both a huge cuddle and told us all about Grandad Reg. That’s where Austin got his middle name from.
We were both still out of oxygen, 48 hours and counting (if we manage 5 more days then we can come home) and our new weight is 7lb 3oz. We weigh exactly the same. The nurse said how well we have done. She said that she has never known babies of 26 week gestation go home without oxygen, so given how poorly our heart and lungs have been too….we are doing pretty well. She also said that we don’t look like prem babies, we are chunky monkeys. The Dr who came even asked why we are here? The nurse had to explain that we are just waiting for another 5 solid oxygen free days before shizz gets real and we go home! Mummy gave us our balloons and crowns that Nannie made us and changed our clothes.
Mummy and daddy find it strange at home without us. Lost. Although on the way home mummy and daddy both admitted that they truly believe that we will be home next week. So mummy has decided that she wants to get the driveway done between now and then……so daddy is getting the spade out in the morning 😂
Although…..deep down they know to reserve their excitement as our lungs might tire and we might be back in oxygen before our time is up and have to start the whole week again.
Place your bets…..we will be home soon! ⏱⏱