Dinner time

Callum is not keen on having anything in his mouth, but Kerri did well to get him to take 10ml from his feed from the bottle this afternoon - by doing it when he was more than half asleep! Once he woke up he wasn't having any of this sucking lark! 

It now looks like it will be Wednesday when he moved to Crosshouse, as long as they have a bed for him, but there seems to be a lot of confusion as to what is happening and who is organising it, and what is to be organised, and who actually knows what is going on, so it is not outwith the realms of possibility that someone will turn up tomorrow to collect Callum, they just didn't tell the ward he's been moved to. Right hands and left hands and all that... He has a couple of appointments over the next few days, so the nurse in charge of the ward he's on thinks it is sensible to stay here and get them over with, though they are the kind of things that Crosshouse could more than handle, so if he does move, they can just be done there.

Thanks so much for all the lovely comments and appreciation for yesterday's blip, your care, thoughts and prayers are very much appreciated!