Pub lunch

As a consolation for not going home this weekend, the lovely nursing staff insisted we at least go out for a family lunch today.


It would be a mission with a toddler and a newborn in ordinary circumstances – but taking poorly George with a feeding tube taped to his cheek (with the idea we give him a line feed in a busy pub) entirely ups the ante.

I practically forgot how to start, drive and park a car, Ben put on a rare performance of not wanting to eat anything (poor lad is full of cold) and in the end we managed to forget the syringe to give George his feed anyway.

It was back in the car and back to the hospital within an hour.

Still, we all survived, George was happily oblivious and we achieved a family milestone.

Baby steps.

Pub lunch

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