Day four in hospital

Hope that we might leave today were dashed by 'regulations'. Chris' experience on Tuesday apparently requires a minimum of five days recovery, so that means Sunday at the earliest. Ho hum. At least the twins have been discharged now, so once Chris gets the green light we're outta here. We'd been keeping visitors at bay until today, because it really hadn't been in Chris' best interest to have anyone drop by, but today was our first full day on the ward and allcomers were welcome. Chris' mum and brother Luis turned up, as well as her cousin Filomena. My mum, dad and sister turned up too (despite a 4 hour nightmare journey) and it was lovely to see them all. Everybody loved the little bubbas, even when Matthew blew raspberries at them all.


By the time they left I was exhausted, partly because the temperature soared as Summer arrived with a vengeance, hitting 31 degrees in the afternoon. Not good for the babies and mothers to say the least. Here's Sophie looking very thoughtful for such a tiny scrap.


One of our NCT group joined us in Ward 9 today, Kerry, who'd had an emergency caesarean and produced another wee fellah. It's really nice being part of this group and Chris and I are both looking forward to sharing our experiences over the next few weeks.
By evening, my lack of sleep was really causing me problems and I struggled home to collapse in bed. Chris was left holding the babies, often literally, through the night. I hated leaving her there and it was really quite depressing. Both of us want to get home to settle into being parents.