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Dec. 6th, 2008 04:03 pm"I bleeped you five times asking you where you were!" Frogspawn yells as quietly as possible outside the neonatal ward.
"I'm sorry." Guppy says meekly, feeling that people are staring. "I think at some point my pager fell in the lake. Is he all right?"
"Yes, he's fine." She stops yelling but it's the first time he's really seen her cross. "Though if he hadn't been there would have been no way of getting you back here."
Guppy takes her hand, takes her over somewhere a bit quieter and confesses about the accidental rum incident. She softens up a bit when he mentions exactly how sick and guilty he was afterwards, and by the end of the tale even grants him a small hair ruffle.
"Idiot. I guess we're even for the time I accidentally filled the living room with fleas."
She kisses him on the cheek gently, and they hug and make up.
"Listen." Guppy says after a moment. "I'm not in work today, and you've been here all day every day for the whole three weeks, you need to have some relaxation time."
"I'm all right, you know I don't need to sleep much anyway."
"Are you sure? Because before I came over to confess I booked you and your sisters in at Holby Spa for the day."
The temptation of bubbles and massage being strong, Guppy finds himself having father-son day in NICU.
"Hey there small fry." He says, picking up the infant gently to hold him for skin to skin contact. "Mummy's gone for some pampering with your aunties so it's me and you for a couple of hours.
Alexander doesn't say anything, given that if he'd been in the womb he'd still only be 29 weeks and outside he's only three weeks old. But his little hand rests on Daddy as Guppy gently rocks and talks to him.
They stay like that for about twenty minutes, after which Guppy rests Alexander back down in the crib and goes to get a cup of tea. But when he returns, he nearly drops the cup when he sees a lot of staff around his son's bed.
"What's happening?" he asks anxiously, approaching. One of the nurses turns to hold him back, away.
"We're not sure how, but he pulled his breathing tube out." she says. "We're trying to get it back in but he's crying, so we're going to give him oxygen around him until he calms down."
Alexander certainly is crying; in fact he's waking up half the other babies on the unit. The doctor peers at his moniter.
"He's making a lot of noise." she says, looking over at Guppy.
"That's because he's scared." Guppy says, going over to calm the baby down.
"No, I mean clearly his lungs are working just fine." the doctor says. "His SATS are steady at 94, that's only a little below what they were before he pulled his tube out. I think it would be worth monitoring him closely over the next few hours; if he deteriorates we'll put him back on CPAP, but we were due to wean him off it over the next week or so anyway. Let's try him on supplemental oxygen and see how he is for a bit."
At the end of the day things are settled nicely in the family; husband and wife as solid as ever and the baby with one less tube stuck up his nose.
"I'm sorry." Guppy says meekly, feeling that people are staring. "I think at some point my pager fell in the lake. Is he all right?"
"Yes, he's fine." She stops yelling but it's the first time he's really seen her cross. "Though if he hadn't been there would have been no way of getting you back here."
Guppy takes her hand, takes her over somewhere a bit quieter and confesses about the accidental rum incident. She softens up a bit when he mentions exactly how sick and guilty he was afterwards, and by the end of the tale even grants him a small hair ruffle.
"Idiot. I guess we're even for the time I accidentally filled the living room with fleas."
She kisses him on the cheek gently, and they hug and make up.
"Listen." Guppy says after a moment. "I'm not in work today, and you've been here all day every day for the whole three weeks, you need to have some relaxation time."
"I'm all right, you know I don't need to sleep much anyway."
"Are you sure? Because before I came over to confess I booked you and your sisters in at Holby Spa for the day."
The temptation of bubbles and massage being strong, Guppy finds himself having father-son day in NICU.
"Hey there small fry." He says, picking up the infant gently to hold him for skin to skin contact. "Mummy's gone for some pampering with your aunties so it's me and you for a couple of hours.
Alexander doesn't say anything, given that if he'd been in the womb he'd still only be 29 weeks and outside he's only three weeks old. But his little hand rests on Daddy as Guppy gently rocks and talks to him.
They stay like that for about twenty minutes, after which Guppy rests Alexander back down in the crib and goes to get a cup of tea. But when he returns, he nearly drops the cup when he sees a lot of staff around his son's bed.
"What's happening?" he asks anxiously, approaching. One of the nurses turns to hold him back, away.
"We're not sure how, but he pulled his breathing tube out." she says. "We're trying to get it back in but he's crying, so we're going to give him oxygen around him until he calms down."
Alexander certainly is crying; in fact he's waking up half the other babies on the unit. The doctor peers at his moniter.
"He's making a lot of noise." she says, looking over at Guppy.
"That's because he's scared." Guppy says, going over to calm the baby down.
"No, I mean clearly his lungs are working just fine." the doctor says. "His SATS are steady at 94, that's only a little below what they were before he pulled his tube out. I think it would be worth monitoring him closely over the next few hours; if he deteriorates we'll put him back on CPAP, but we were due to wean him off it over the next week or so anyway. Let's try him on supplemental oxygen and see how he is for a bit."
At the end of the day things are settled nicely in the family; husband and wife as solid as ever and the baby with one less tube stuck up his nose.
