I was feeling cheeky yesterday, (what can I say, being cooped up in a small room for five days can do that to even the best of the goody two shoes), so when the paediatrician told me he had two caesareans to attend but he should be in by 10 to discharge, I said, 

“So, I’ll see you at four”.

He seemed unimpressed when all of the lackey doctors fell about laughing and I knew I would pay for it the next day.

We didn’t get discharge until 2.

The ENT doctor came in earlier and advised that she stay away from  all social activities for five days.

When I told him she had none, that if we went to the supermarket, she came home with pneumonia, his response was;

“Well, that won’t happen anymore, I’ve cured her”.

Ahhh, yes.

He has a very healthy ego.

I’m sure he said the exact same thing the last time he operated on her.

but

in a bold move of unnerving positivity, I put both Noah and Ivy’s name down for preschool next year.

Next week Ivy goes in for her first infusion of IVIG

and so my plan for normality begins.