Son, there is a hole in your little heart. Blood leaks from one side to the other but the doctor has told us that it is a very small hole and may well close in time without intervention. It was found after we took you into A&E at the hospital where you were born. You had lost too much weight, son.
You are spending your third night in a row in hospital and I miss you and your mum, who is doing the hard work of caring for you while I go to college to teach.
Yesterday when I went in to see you before work, I was deeply affected by the tube going into your nose and the helplessness any parent would feel in seeing your care in the hands of others.
I left Imperial early to spend more time with you (though actually got some sleep after a restless night). They have been providing you with milk through a pump but your mum has now reintroduced the breast and we hope that your feeding will improve.
We are being told that the hole and your weight-loss & consequent dehydration are unrelated. I guess we hope that is the case. It is midnight in our lonely flat. I miss you, son.
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