I slept better than the night before as I had been dreading the talk from the consultants. Neil woke up worried after finally getting some sleep and phoned NICU to find out that Jasmine had been put back onto the original ventilation mode (they had been trying different modes to encourage her to breathe better) and was able to take about five breaths a minute herself.
We couldn’t get a taxi so I decided to brave the tube. On the way Juliette, who was looking after Jasmine that day, rang Neil to tell us that Jasmine was being taken downstairs for a scan and not to panic if we arrived and she wasn’t there.
We hopped on the tube where I was accosted by a madman saying, ‘These things are sent to test us!’ about the TFL staff he wanted to ‘deck’. It seemed a nice message although I don’t have a problem with the TFL staff at all. Lucky girl that I am, I get advice from people on the tube at least once a week.
Jasmine was downstairs when we arrived so we went to the midwife centre that runs Monday, Wednesday and Friday. GOSH thinks of everything and really takes care of parents. This midwife was very comforting and made me feel much better about my bruising.
When we got back upstairs Jasmine was back, wiggling her feet, and waking up from the drugs that she had been given whilst having her scan. She was passing more urine through the drain from her right kidney, and was on drugs to encourage that and to try to take fluid off her lungs. She had already begun to look a little less puffy.