Ivy finally stable and waiting admission to the ward.
It was so scary on Wednesday morning.
I couldn’t wake her up.
Two febrile convulsions and I knew she was really sick.
We had been chugging along at half health for a couple of weeks and then things went curly.
Bacteraemia. In old terms: blood sepsis.
She did not wake for 24 hours. Doctor’s came and poked her with needles and looked her over and she didn’t open her eyes. When they dripped her, she grizzled a bit but only while the canula was piercing the skin. After that, she was gone again.
She was so puffy, her skin tight with infection.
It was all so fast.
The doctors and nurses in the Emergency room were brilliant.
Efficient, kind and caring for my girl. Even the paed came to the ER, with his purple power shirt and matching power tie. Concerned, was he. Worried.
Is it wrong to love IV antibiotics?
Within 24 hours we saw a difference. Another 24 and she was sitting up.
Everyone was so lovely. The dream hospital admission. The nurses so, so wonderful.
Especially lovely was one nurse who caught me crying, questioning and double guessing my abilities. She soothed my frazzled, raw nerves with empathy and understanding.
Her name was Pippa.
Thank you Pippa, I won’t forget.
My Mum brought me food and shampoo and calmed the big kids after school. David’s Mum looked after the baby boy. He came home with five new songs.
I’ll have to ring her for the words, so I can sing them for him.
Three good friends - Mary, Tracey and Trish. Thank you. I wish I could bottle your love. I would make millions.
Thank you to everyone of you out there too, who sent their wishes. It meant the world.
She’s home and happy.
