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Tonight at the hospital they were talking about possibly moving Molly out of the incubator and into a cot, maybe tomorrow. Louise and I think it's too soon, but we'll see. They're been gradually dropping the temperature of the incubator over the last 24 hours, and getting her used to wearing clothes. The question is, can she regulate her own temperature well enough.
Louise spent the day at the hospital with Molly, while I was off at a client satisfying my contractual obligations. Later tonight we both went up and did her midnight cares, which consists of: taking her temperature (it was 36.8c), changing her nappy, putting thrush cream on her bum, and changing which limb the heart rate monitor LED is on.
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