The proportion of breast-feeding has been increasing quickly over the past couple of days, and we're going to try going exclusively that route today in the hopes of getting the kids home soon. They're eating better and better and continuing to grow (although noone would describe them as chubby just yet). No health problems and we're all happy (if a little tired).
We had our first real parental pangs yesterday. The physio and OT came to look at Molly's hands. The 2 middle fingers on each hand are contracted so she can't straighten them on her own. They manipulated her hands for some time, making her howl. Then they put little splints on her hands to hold the fingers in an extended position. While I was tube-feeding her, her little body started shaking with the effort to bend her fingers back to a comfortable position. She managed to push the straps back and get her fingers to escape, then fell asleep exhausted. We decided not to put the splints back on. We have an appointment at Sick Kids next week for her feet (which is great news, to get in there so quickly), and we'll get them to look at her hands at the same time. It is going to be much more emotional than I had expected. These are correctable problems and she won't remember any pain but it hits you in the gut. It makes me feel for many of the other parents in the special care nursery, whose kids were born much more prematurely, who are dealing with serious worries and stress every day.
It's bathtime later today, so I'll try to post some splashy photos later today. If first baths are anything to go by, Molly has more of her aunt Beth's swimming genes, while Jacob is a sensible lad who prefers to keep dry.
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