Baby Owen in an incubator earlier this evening.
Thanks for your prayers so far. We were able to visit Rebecca this evening — the whole family gathered around her bed like the Boswells in a scene from the 80s TV show Bread.
At some point during the visit a nurse came in to say that we could visit Owen in the Special Care Baby Unit (SCBU) — the delay had been due to a desperately ill baby being attended to in the same room as Owen — so we headed along there and visited young Owen in a manner that Noah would have been proud: two by two.
I’m so pleased that Mum got to see her grandson for the first time; there was a chance at a couple of points during the evening that no-one would get in to see him, but the prayers of the saints came through and he was ready for visitors shortly before visiting time ended, which was perfect.
Owen still has some way to go, and Mum will be pleased to get him into her arms to make sure for herself that he’s okay, and get the Official Retired Midwife Seal of Approval™.
Still more praying to be done.