We're all home now, despite some reservations on the part of the midwife at special care on how Kieran was going to go. We've got to make sure he stays warm and that he gets some food through him. Its the latter that is proving difficult - he doesn't want to drink all the milk that he's meant to have according to the arcane formula we've been given. The first 50% disappears in five minutes, and then he drops back to sleep, and we spend 40 minutes trying to shove the rest down his throat and not his lungs.
The schedule is that we have to feed him every 3 or 4 hours, so until he shrugs off the jaundice and outgrows the premness, we're going to be a bit wrecked I think. I tried taking Hamish to playgroup and then to lunch, which was a bit of an overextend. I suspect I'll be at the "one thing per day" stage for a while.
Other than that, nothing exciting going on. At some point, I'll go through the 1000 odd photos that remain unsorted in the last 2 months.