nighty-night.
Well tis the last and final night and has been an eventful week. Tonight there is a certain air of calm (as yet-it is still early).
Care was withdrawn today on the little baby girl and at 4pm she died in her parents' arms. Sad tale altogether but at least she is at peace.
NICU has two babes and a lodger (who really should be in SCBU if not in the postnatal ward with mum) our 32 week boy and the 24 week girl from this week are both doing well, long may this last. Steadily working my way through discharge letters which have been building up, feeling fairly knackered though. It has been quite an emotional week, finally got a chance to speak to Ian today before work which was much needed, discussed a few of my irrational preoccupations which were building up (nights are never good for my sanity or for rational thought, I can lead myself to believe just baout anything with no basis) and I'm generally feeling better in myself (except the exhaustion).
Tomorrow my cousin is coming through to look into tiling my bathroom and i think my dad will pick me up from work just in case i am too asleep to make sense re: tiles. The kitchen is still chaos but slightly more organised and functional although this will all change when we start to fit it. THe cat currently loves it as she has managed to rip some of the polythene covers and can climb inside the cupboards and look out through a protective polythene window.sigh. Think she is confused as to why there is only one of us in the flat at any given time right now and that person is always in bed asleep regardless of time.
Would quite like to get a coupel hours kip tonight but don't know if we can achieve that. Noted that it is cecilian pub crawl on firday night, sorely tempted although not really a member currently and not wise post nights but would be good to seee everyone and alcohol is no bad thing.
Anyway back to discharge letters...whooop de doo.
Care was withdrawn today on the little baby girl and at 4pm she died in her parents' arms. Sad tale altogether but at least she is at peace.
NICU has two babes and a lodger (who really should be in SCBU if not in the postnatal ward with mum) our 32 week boy and the 24 week girl from this week are both doing well, long may this last. Steadily working my way through discharge letters which have been building up, feeling fairly knackered though. It has been quite an emotional week, finally got a chance to speak to Ian today before work which was much needed, discussed a few of my irrational preoccupations which were building up (nights are never good for my sanity or for rational thought, I can lead myself to believe just baout anything with no basis) and I'm generally feeling better in myself (except the exhaustion).
Tomorrow my cousin is coming through to look into tiling my bathroom and i think my dad will pick me up from work just in case i am too asleep to make sense re: tiles. The kitchen is still chaos but slightly more organised and functional although this will all change when we start to fit it. THe cat currently loves it as she has managed to rip some of the polythene covers and can climb inside the cupboards and look out through a protective polythene window.sigh. Think she is confused as to why there is only one of us in the flat at any given time right now and that person is always in bed asleep regardless of time.
Would quite like to get a coupel hours kip tonight but don't know if we can achieve that. Noted that it is cecilian pub crawl on firday night, sorely tempted although not really a member currently and not wise post nights but would be good to seee everyone and alcohol is no bad thing.
Anyway back to discharge letters...whooop de doo.