Three Ring Circus

Ivy update; please proceed to Defcon 3

I’ve been trying to keep it a little lighter around these parts. 

You guys like that, right?

A bit of comic relief?

Behind the scenes things have been chaotic.

To say the least.

But you knew that.

On Tuesday morning we packed the… err… pack up to make the journey to Sydney. I was disorganised and stressed. When the children got an ear bashing about why they had their shoes on when we were by no means ready to leave, I had to pull myself back.

Whoa there horsey, getting a bit carried away there, aren’t we?

The last thing the kids needed was an anxiety ridden parent riding their tales over the little things.

Bad Mummy.

Anyhoo, it was our usual saga of having an appointment and then not having an appointment and then having one again, coupled with finding out that our justice system sucks bananas and had granted my evil step mother probate. (Another tale - one sad story at a time, my fellow blog friends).

Thanks to the fast talking action of my PA (husband) we soon found ourselves heading(hurtling) towards Westmead Children’s.

We were lucky enough to meet up with Trish and her boys for a play in the park and time to regroup.

My heart was thumping as Trish walked me into the hospital. It was… surreal to be there again.

Dave met us there and we started in on what ended up being a two hour appointment with the immunologist. For a while we went around and around and then suddenly there seemed to be some kind of breakthrough.

I must admit that I left the hospital feeling even more confused and upset.

We didn’t get home until after 11pm that night.

On Thursday we went to the paed for our plan. Another need for deep breathing and calm blue ocean thoughts.

to be continued…