I am writing this from home.
Ivy girl is tucked up beside me after another blow.
Noah in the other bed and it is SO good to be home.
Approval; denied.
Our paed is going to Sydney on Monday to do battle with the drug board, David is writing a letter to our local member of Parliament and I am licking my wounds from another round of hospital battle.
I was very upset when the news came but I have thought it through and if there were no IVIG available then we would just keep battling on, just as we have been, just as we did with Immy.
We have done it before and we can do it again.
Thank you everyone for thinking of us.
Tonight I am going to have a long shower, a hot cup of tea and a sleep in a non hospital regulation bed ie; a comfortable one.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, I am going to watch my beautiful, amazing, heroic baby girl dance in the wind and play with her brother, sisters and cousins outside in the sun.
Because tomorrow is a new day.