Last night we went to Liverpool Women’s Hospital to visit Graeme & Lisa’s new baby, Francis.
It was odd being back at the Women’s Hospital – I hadn’t been there since picking up some vitamins for Elisha shortly after she was born. On the way there I was telling her that I was taking her back for a refund because she had tried to run away when I was putting her coat on at nursery. When we got there it turned out that she’d fallen asleep at some point in the journey, anyway, so I don’t think any lasting psychological trauma was inflicted.
We waited to meet Graeme in reception, who led us upstairs to the nursery ward area where Francis was staying in his incubator. Through the window we saw Lisa sitting with Francis, before going to the waiting lounge. Fliss took first go at visiting Francis, while I waited with Elisha and Graeme in the lounge.
When I went in I was amazed at how tiny Francis is right now. I thought Elisha was reasonably compact when she was born, but Francis, being a couple of months premature, is well pocket size. He didn’t have a whole lot to say for himself when I was there, but moved around a lot more than I was expecting. It was good to see that Lisa was doing well, too, despite being very poorly when Francis arrived.
It must be pretty hard to have to leave your baby behind at hospital all the time, but Lisa looked like she was coping pretty well with it. We were lucky, in that Elisha arrived right on schedule, without any complications (even if it seemed like there were at the time), and we were home later that same evening as if the whole procedure is fairly routine. Judging by the number of babies in the intensive care wards nearby, and in incubators in other nursery wards, their arrival doesn’t always go as smoothly as it did for us.
Fingers crossed that the worst is over for baby Francis, graeme & Lisa, and that he’ll be home with them before too long.
