A breath of fresh air

Today Dr Mary said we must get out of this place for a walk......with Jensen! No arguments here. We rugged little man up, connected ourselves to the portable oxygen tank, jumped in the hospital pram and off we went....strolling down the hall we have walked thousands of times alone, this time with the reason we walk those halls so often....our little Jensen.

Now that Jensen has had his saturation probe removed from his foot, and is now on the apnoea monitor he will go home on (the grasbey), we are much more mobile, and can take him on little walks throughout the hospital grounds. The monitor hangs off his pram, or our wrist, and alarms should he not take a breath for 20 seconds. We walked the long way round to the main entrance of the hospital and entered the big wide world of the outdoors. Our little man took his first ever breath of fresh air. We found ourselves a little nook away from patients, visitors, and any other potential germ risks (on the middle of the shrubby roundabout) and enjoyed our time in the sunshine...that was until a little girl came frolicking past and sneezed. We made our way back inside. We plan on doing another little 'outing' tomorrow, maybe when grandma and grandpa are here.

For almost 17 weeks now the nurses have been encouraging us to have a night off from this place. Tonight is that night (well almost). We said once we had a date for coming home, we'd go somewhere nice for dinner to celebrate and have a date night..(before life at home turns into feeding and sleeping in minor increments). We left the hospital early and had a lovely meal in the city, and caught a few of the Vivid lights while we were out and about. Mummy had two glasses of wine, and that night pumped and dumped. We did of course drop in on our way home to say goodnight to the little chap.

Each and every day we are getting that little bit closer to home. Little man is now getting used to 7 sucks a day, only one more to master.

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