Ivy has had a very bad day.

Her poor little body has completely broken down.

The worst part of it is the blisters, actually, it’s the blisters and her ear.

She was complaining of a sore bottom and I checked, I did, before we left for the long drive into town.

She was crying and uncomfortable but there was nothing to see, other than the red colouring it had sported for the last few days.

By the time we reached the Performing Arts highschool, she was wailing, so I checked her again.

Big welty blisters the size of  20 cent coins.

Six of them.

Were they there before?

 How did I miss them?

No, they weren’t there but she was telling me and I didn’t hear her.

What kind of a crap mother am I that I can’t keep the stupid blisters away?

I had her in a disposable too and so the skin had stuck to the paper so when I pulled the nappy away…

Oh.

I could just cry because I hurt her.

Her ear has been bleeding overnight.

The ENT doctor will tell me it’s all part of the infection and that I should not be concerned but blood mixed with goop makes my stomach turn over and the smell is awful.

I know she has pain with it.

I feel like the worst mother in the world today.

My poor, poor girl.

Perhaps I am not the right person for this job.

I can’t fix this.