Friday, 18 December 2009
One girl very definitely not poorly any more. Lots of singing, a fair bit of shouting, and a wicked grin when movicol and augmentin made their combined presence felt. Observant viewers will notice the lack of any kind of face furniture; she's been off the oxygen since 3.30, and we're now just waiting to see what happens when she goes to sleep.
I'd like to get home for Little Fish as much for ourselves. But I'd like to get Mog sleeping safely too. So, we'll see. Meanwhile this ward is starting to feel like home. Little Fish has found a playmate her own age, and they have been entertaining the play staff today. Mog has found an admirer too, and we have a steady procession of poorly babies arrive on the bed opposite, calm down and make rapid recoveries in time for the next child to arrive. Keeps our own life from getting monotonous.