...is A-side. You've heard me talk about it a lot and I have to explain what it's like. It's modern, with sliding doors, there's taps that you don't turn, there's oxygen that comes out of the walls and there's lots of babies and lots of space.
It's relatively quiet compared to B-side, there's not so many beeps, talking is quieter (almost like a library Mummy says), there's more space around the cots and there's more chairs for Mummys' and Daddys' to sit on. Talking of whom, they can do more for their babies, like mine do for me.
There's yellow sheets that the ladies in blue fill in rather than the pink sheets; and there's a green form that requires 'ticks' and 'dates' on it to use as a countdown to coming home. I've should have lots of ticks on mine but it's not been completed properly yet.
Mummy and Daddy have put their names down for the resuscitation course and another one about how to look after me (identifying signs of this, that and the other). They're doing that next week, so that'll be another couple of ticks. It's all getting prepared for coming home. Mummy and Daddy are feeling the strain of not being with me as much as they would like. I'm more alert now and look around more, I listen and take it all in when I'm awake.
I still need a wee touch of oxygen; that's what's holding me back. I think I've got the sniffles at the moment though, perhaps a little cold... which can't be helping me breathe properly and probably makes me need a bit more oxygen... perhaps that's why I've still got the tubes up my nose... it's not like I'm needing help breathing now, just a touch of the O2 stuff to keep me nice and pink at all times.
...is A-side. You've heard me talk about it a lot and I have to explain what it's like. It's modern, with sliding doors, there's taps that you don't turn, there's oxygen that comes out of the walls and there's lots of babies and lots of space.
It's relatively quiet compared to B-side, there's not so many beeps, talking is quieter (almost like a library Mummy says), there's more space around the cots and there's more chairs for Mummys' and Daddys' to sit on. Talking of whom, they can do more for their babies, like mine do for me.
There's yellow sheets that the ladies in blue fill in rather than the pink sheets; and there's a green form that requires 'ticks' and 'dates' on it to use as a countdown to coming home. I've should have lots of ticks on mine but it's not been completed properly yet.
Mummy and Daddy have put their names down for the resuscitation course and another one about how to look after me (identifying signs of this, that and the other). They're doing that next week, so that'll be another couple of ticks. It's all getting prepared for coming home. Mummy and Daddy are feeling the strain of not being with me as much as they would like. I'm more alert now and look around more, I listen and take it all in when I'm awake.
I still need a wee touch of oxygen; that's what's holding me back. I think I've got the sniffles at the moment though, perhaps a little cold... which can't be helping me breathe properly and probably makes me need a bit more oxygen... perhaps that's why I've still got the tubes up my nose... it's not like I'm needing help breathing now, just a touch of the O2 stuff to keep me nice and pink at all times.
Whilst I am THRILLED you have moved to the A side, it doesn't look as fluffy and friendly as your first home... where's the colour on the walls?! Never mind, only a few more days (ish) and you'll be in your real home full of love and warmth and all things fluffy! Lxxx
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