We are now all settled into Wellington Hospital and its a huge shift from Starship. Everyone is waaaay less concerned about him, which should be reassuring to me, but is kind of odd after such an intense few months up north. What no blood tests? What no scans? Wheres the flurry of doctors?
It looks as though we will be able to go home pretty darn soon, which is beyond exciting. He is still very slowly putting on weight – even though he is getting inundated with calories – so he will be going home complete with his nasal gastric tube jewellery so we can keep on pumping him full of the fat stuff. I chatted with Wrigglesworth today about the prospect of going home, and he was the embodiment of anticipation:
Such a cute lil’ man.