Out of intensive care!

We were delighted today to find Francis had been moved out of intensive care, into the high dependency nursery. It's great to be able to sit with him, without the constant beeping and whirring of a million machines going off all the time. He's still in an incubator, but hopefully soon he'll be able to progress to a cot, and perhaps at some point he'll be moved into the normal nursery, and we can start to take over a lot of his care.

He also had a visit today from Uncle Paul and Aunty Becky, and Lisa was treat to a visit from some of her university friends. It's always fun to sit in a ward with 4 student nurses, listening to them bitch and whine about hospital things.

So hopefully tomorrow will be Lisa's last day in hospital, and I can get her home on monday. It does mean that I need to finish clearing the house. Francis decided he wanted to arrive just as I'd decided to destroy the house... typical!

And special apologies to everyone I didn't directly tell about this weeks action. Apart from the fact that this week has completely obliterated part of my brain, I sort of relied on the fact that everybody I've ever met reads this blog :) I guess I just assume that because I write it down here, everybody in the world reads it :) Anyway, I have popped into work on several occasions to collect things, and sort things out, but I've only ever directly stopped to talk to people who walked past me in the corridoor. I've always been rushing around, trying to get stuff done quickly, so that I could get on back to the hospital!

Anyway, things should settle down soon, and we can get used to our new life.