By the following morning, both boys had been stabilised on full respiratory support. They were both TINY! and weak but clearly battlers. I couldn't have been prouder of them or more impressed by the incredibly dedicated, loving team in the neonatal unit at Edith Cavell Maternity.
It was like the sun had come out for a moment (incidentally it was typical, cold, grey Brussels weather). However, while the boys seemed to be on a slow-moving train to recovery-ville, I was feeling weak with asthma and low blood pressure. I managed to get up to see the boys for a few hours only that day. But in the end really had to take decision to sort myself out first and leave my darlings to the specialist team.
Yeah, Tuesday was shite.
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