Well the weekends's just flown by. Sarah's Dad, Richard, came over to Oxford on Saturday morning and saw Daniel for the first time. He was doing very well, the ventilator although still supporting his breathing was being wound down. Daniel was getting stronger and you could see from the wave form on the ventilator graph he was trying to fight it, trying to breathe when he wanted to.
The drug doses were being wound down too. The morphine will remain until he comes off the ventilator. Having a tube shoved down the back of your throat, not being able to swallow properly must be quite painful.
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We grabbed lunch in the same park as Friday. We then headed over to Stoke Mandeville to see Alex. Despite being the one that we'd been worried about during the pregnancy, due to his small size, he was doing particularly well. Of course thinking about this now, this makes sense. In nature, if something is struggling to survive it either dies or adapts to become stronger to overcome whatever is causing it to struggle. Alex had been surviving on less blood and despite being smaller than his brother was doing much better, crying strongly, awake, beautiful.
Sunday brought Grandma and Grandpa Cleaver over to Stoke Mandeville to met Alex for the first time. My Mum would stay for the next week to ferry Sarah between Home, Oxford and Stoke. I've to go back to work.
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