Thanks to Daddy pacifying Andrew with a top-up feed at midnight (and then falling asleep with him on his chest on the sofa eeeeeeek!!!), we're now on a feeding schedule that is identical to my expressing schedule, so I know where I am and how much time I have to get onto the laptop and update you all
Andrew nearly didn't make it home yesterday. Firstly the docs weren't happy that he'd lost 12g overnight, and were reluctant to send him home after a weight loss, but I begged and they relented; I'm on strict orders to wake him to feed every four hours, and the community nurses will be weighing him to check. And then we had him in the buggy, literally ready to walk out of the hospital, when the fire alarms went off! Nobody's permitted to leave then, as they need to control numbers and because the lifts are out of action ... was a false alarm, but kept us there another 20 minutes.
So here we are, now at home. Andrew's taking about 20 minutes of intermittent BF, his technique and stamina have improved dramatically since we started him on bottle-feeding as a supplement rather than tube-feeds (in the hospital); he's then supplemented with upto 60ml of fortified EBM - generally multicoloured, as we've got three different vitamin supplements to add!
He says he's not used to the dark, as there were always lights on in SCBU, but he'll get used to it so long as Mummy is there to talk him to sleep. And the ceilings look very different. Car journeys are boring, he can sleep then. And his bouncy chair makes a nice change to the basket, as then he can watch Mummy in the kitchen.
I think we'll be regular visitors back to hospital, as he's going to have another hearing test; follow-up appointments with the neonatal consultant; RSV jabs; and physio want to see him to get a benchmark for possible future visits.
But in the meantime, I get to enjoy my baby at home - and for the first time, I don't have to get dressed to go up to the hospital