Tigger87
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Went to London this weekend to see my almost 10 week old nephew, Thomas, for the first time. He was born at 26 weeks and we were the first non-grandparents to get to meet him.
He has these tiny little perfect hands, this amazing soft full head of hair (even with a tinge of ginge now!!) and almost a proper cry! We weren't allowed cuddles unfortunately - my MIL has threatened death if anyone does before her!!! But I did get a hand hold (well, finger hold).
More amazingly, that night after we left, he took a bottle for the first time (he's been mainly tube fed with a tiny bit of breast fed) and pulled his oxygen out - so they left it out all night to see how he'd go!!
It was so surreal meeting him in person, rather than just stories and pictures. Next time we meet will be when we're introducing him to his cousin
Unfortunately our weekend was ruined by our bloody car. The turbo blew up on the m25, over 4 hours from home. Luckily we took out breakdown cover on Saturday with an inkling something may go wrong. Took an hour and a half of waiting before the breakdown man got to us, he took us 90 miles and they were going to have to "relay us" the remaining 150 - no one company was likely to be able to take us more than 50-60 miles due to tacho graph rules... Luckily, I presume being a Sunday, relay no 2 was gonna be a long wait... So they gave us a courtesy car to drive ourselves home. We got there almost 8 hours after we left London! And our car STILL isn't back.
Cost of repair is going to be similar to the cars value, I know this because we had to replace the same bloody part last year!!!!! Grr!!!!
Hubby was a bit scared I might go into early labour on the side of the motorway - hehe.
I just thought I'd share my weekend full of mixed emotions, though overall good outweighing the bad!!
(So long in the car means I now have pigs trotters and cankles though!)
He has these tiny little perfect hands, this amazing soft full head of hair (even with a tinge of ginge now!!) and almost a proper cry! We weren't allowed cuddles unfortunately - my MIL has threatened death if anyone does before her!!! But I did get a hand hold (well, finger hold).
More amazingly, that night after we left, he took a bottle for the first time (he's been mainly tube fed with a tiny bit of breast fed) and pulled his oxygen out - so they left it out all night to see how he'd go!!
It was so surreal meeting him in person, rather than just stories and pictures. Next time we meet will be when we're introducing him to his cousin
Unfortunately our weekend was ruined by our bloody car. The turbo blew up on the m25, over 4 hours from home. Luckily we took out breakdown cover on Saturday with an inkling something may go wrong. Took an hour and a half of waiting before the breakdown man got to us, he took us 90 miles and they were going to have to "relay us" the remaining 150 - no one company was likely to be able to take us more than 50-60 miles due to tacho graph rules... Luckily, I presume being a Sunday, relay no 2 was gonna be a long wait... So they gave us a courtesy car to drive ourselves home. We got there almost 8 hours after we left London! And our car STILL isn't back.
Cost of repair is going to be similar to the cars value, I know this because we had to replace the same bloody part last year!!!!! Grr!!!!
Hubby was a bit scared I might go into early labour on the side of the motorway - hehe.
I just thought I'd share my weekend full of mixed emotions, though overall good outweighing the bad!!
(So long in the car means I now have pigs trotters and cankles though!)
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