Becoming Daruga's mother was a big change in my life – bringing sleepless nights, baby equipment and a whole lot of love! My unit was taken over with Durugas ‘stuff’– a heat pack, a special petpack to carry him in,, thermometer, baby bottle and teat, scales, steriliser, milk formula, clothes racks and towels, towels and more towels!
Initially he slept wrapped up on a rolled towel ‘mumma’ to help him feel secure. Every four hours – even in the middle of the night I needed to warm his milk, feed him a tiny bottle, help him go to the toilet and give him a sponge bath.
During the day I take him to work with me, and he hangs from my shirt, playing, flapping, eating, and tucking his head into my armpit to go to sleep. He sleeps hanging from one foot, with the other leg tucked against his body, tightly wrapped up in his wings.
After the first month he became more active, moving off his ‘mumma’ onto a clothes airier covered in towels. He started to realise he had wings, opening them and flapping them enthusiastically for about ten seconds at a time. He found folding his wings back up more difficult, often falling asleep with them half open, exhausted from the effort!
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