The paed called late on Friday night and I told him the Ivygirl was sick, really sick.

You know, that frightened, sick in the guts, knot in your throat, something bad is happening worry that you get when someone special is sick?

Yeah, that’s been me for a large part of the week. (As if you guys out there didn’t know).

The thing is, I’m not good at telling the paed.

So, instead of going in like we should have on Friday, I stayed home with her.

In a last ditch effort, the paed asked me to up her Bactrim and Ivy’s stomach protested loudly to that.

In the small hours of the morning Ivy started to go down hill. Rapidly.

At lunchtime Ivy  was vomiting and weak, so I asked David to page the paed and tell him we were coming in.

Before he had a chance though, the paed called us and told us to come in.

Perhaps some wierd cosmic ‘must do now’ thing? Who knows…

So here we are, in the hospital.

After the last admission, David bought mobile broadband for me and I am trying it out for the first time tonight.

The girl is on IV antibiotics and fluids and is asleep as I type this.

I am having an MSN conversation with my husband.

It’s a pretty weird existence.

I’m so tired that I can’t think straight.

More tomorrow but I  just thought I would let you know; the girl is in the best place now, somewhere she really needs to be, to be able to get better.

Oh, and the nurses here are fantastic.