We survived our first day alone really rather well. Actually, if you had asked me before 6.30 pm I would have said that our day was very successful. I had not planned to achieve anything other than getting through the day but Massimo was a star and I achieved lots of little things that I was very proud of! I managed to wash and sterilise all his (and my) bits and pieces, make our beds, put on a load of washing, hand it out to dry and bring it in, and empty the dishwasher. As I said, nothing earth shattering but achievements nonetheless.
THEN! At around 6.30 pm I was cuddling Massimo and I got up and unfortunately as it was hot, Massimo’s ng tube stuck to my arm whilst I moved him. The tube was out in a flash and another trip to St George’s was required. This time he screamed more than ever and the nurses and I had a very difficult time double-checking that the tube was in the right place, so I ended up giving him half his feed at the hospital using SMA, just to reassure everyone, myself included! I was disproportionately upset by the turn in events, never mind!