My littlest boy is growing well and we finally got discharged from mw. He really is a good little lad, suffers a little with his tummy and he gets a bit angry about it. He still loves cuddles and being close to people. He is holding his head up better and longer and being awake a bit more. Looking around.
I'm slowly adjusting to being a mummy of two and dealing with the exhaustion that comes with it. My aniexty is getting more under control. And I'm taking each day slowly and trying to deal with the moment than worry.