Sorry for the silence here. I'm still in hospital and the urge to write has just not been there.
Little DD is doing really well. He's still in special care nursery and will be for a while, but he's doing well and progressing each day. He's getting cuter each day too.
It's amazing to look at his fragile teeny tiny little self, not quite 2kg, and think that one day he'll be a great big man. He's just divine and makes all of this worth it.
My blood pressure has still been high and the remaints of the pre-eclampsia giving me grief. My nights have been sleepless as a doctor and nurse sit by my bed measuring my blood pressure and giving me injections to bring it down. To say I'm over it is an understatement. My arms are covered in bruises from numerous needles. And the top if my arm is black and blue from have my blood pressure taken so often.
I know all of the doctors, midwives, med students who work in maternity by first name. As I stroll the corridor to the nursery I'm greeted with calls of:
"Hi Corinne! You're still here!"
I'm looking forward to going home, sleeping in my own bed, hugging my girls when they wake in the morning, even Skip jabbing me in the ribs when I snore. It's funny how the things I miss the most are just the mundane things which drive me crazy normally.
Really it's all pretty boring.
Though, the support and kindness and generosity we've had has been wonderful. Skip and girls have had meals made for them, gifts, flowers, time offered. It's quite lovely.
So that's where I'm at. I'm sure blogging will resume to normal soon. X