Yesterday they took out Molly’s drip, and now she’s taking 10mls of milk every hour. She’s still got her canular in, just in case, but they’re unlikely to use it again and may take it out later today. She’s had her day 4 screening tests, which all babies have on day 4, and her incubator temperature is now around 31.5c as she gets better at regulating her own temperature. Today will be her 5th day birthday. Last night the staff put a cute little pink singlet on her, and for once she looked like a little girl instead of a little Raggedy Ann doll.
Louise is doing OK. She had a spike in her blood pressure last night, which is a bit of a concern, and her liver function hasn’t completely returned to normal, but she’s in OK spirits now that she can visit Molly on her own now. We’re now thinking best case for her would be a Monday discharge, but more likely Wednesday.
Last night we had yet another car stolen from our street. I woke at 4:45am to the sound of someone trying to pop a lock, which I thought was just Phoebe trying to get into my office. When I heard a car door open and an engine start, I realised it was another theft, so I jumped up to make sure it wasn’t one of ours. Knowing my luck over the last few days, the odds were surely against me, but thankfully it wasn’t one of ours.
Oh, and Mark Webber qualified on the front row for the British GP, so… strange days indeed…