SIX out of seven
That's the number of full feeds I managed by bottle today. Three overnight and three during the day with one tube feed this morning as they worried I was tired - nonsense, I could drink for England, promise!
So Mum and Dad (and me, of course) are booked to 'room in' on Sunday. Rooming in is when we get to stay in our own little room at the hospital and pretend we've gone home - to see if we'll cope. I have every confidence in my parents. (Though between you and me, and don't tell anyone, I reckon they're very nervous! I'll try hard to be good)
|Thank you Jude, for my Tigger costume.|
|Happy tired men!|
Otherwise I've been good as gold. I've even settled into a once a day poo regime first thing every morning. How clever is that? It'll all change when I get home, of course. Just to keep them on their toes. Mustn't be too predictable!
I hope your days are going as well as mine,