![]() His temperature was dangerously high his pulse erratic. Alex picked up an infection called Pseudomonas, and within hours he was being intubated. Hope is a seesaw balanced by despair and it took less than two days to tip from one to the other. We began to feel excited about becoming a family. ![]() They wouldn’t be home by Christmas, but perhaps soon after. The boys made excellent progress: breathing, feeding, putting on weight. They wouldn’t be home by Christmas, but perhaps soon after ![]() The boys were breathing, feeding, putting on weight. I still get that feeling now, triggered by a photograph, a memory, a hospital corridor. Stress was a fish bone lodged in my throat and for months I breathed shallow and fearful, as though I might choke. Hope for the best, they tell you, but prepare for the worst. We were in by seven and home 13 hours later, our days filled with beeps and whirs, and the stillness of a ward where lives hung in the balance. ![]() We told new parents where the fridges were for expressed milk, the quickest route to the canteen and where to buy a parking pass. By the end of our first month in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) my husband Rob and I were pros. ![]()
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