We are settling in to the routines in the knowledge we have a bit of a hill to climb and we do not know what is at the top. Fortunately, metaphorically again, the scenery at this point is a bit frightening, but the climb is a gentle slope going off into the distance and shrouded in mist...
He is giving the Nurses the run around with his pooh and aspirates (the stuff that is still in his stomach when his next feed is due); both sides are fluctuating quite wildly and the 'Surgeons' are (or appear to be) unsure what to do. They are now playing a bit of a waiting game to see how he goes with 3ml every two hours (suspended when we saw him because when I went to feed him he had 9ml of aspirates). He is on 'Flush out' three times a day to see if they can get things moving. They were threatening specialist Xrays to see if there is a segment of his stomach not working or a narrowing at any point, but this was put to one side today because ultrasound could not pick anything up anywhere to support the theory.
In himself he is wonderful as always, looking responsive and lovely. Sound asleep here...
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