Arlo had another good night. He’s still having desats and bradys but he’s picking himself back up with a little tweak upwards of his oxygen.
We took his brothers in today. I wanted them all to be together on Christmas Day. The night before Reuben had asked me if Father Christmas would know to visit Arlo in hospital. I said because he’d arrived so early he might not be his list yet. I was wrong. Some wonderful kind people had made sure every baby in the NICU had a Santa sack full of lovely, thoughtful presents. There was also a stocking with his name on, presents and selection boxes for both boys, a beautiful card with Arlo’s hand & footprints inside (thanks to the amazing nurses) and all of the babies had gorgeous little crocheted Christmas pudding hats on. Needless to say there many tears but for once they were of gratitude, happiness and hope.