Time marches slowly when you are counting beats per minute on a sick toddler girl. One hundred and seventy seems an alarmingly high number and fast when listening to the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of a heart that is protesting to infection and fever.

Forty eight hours ago, when we put in the first call to the paediatrician, a petition was started to support us in the fight for Ivy to have the IVIG.

Over six hundred people  have put their name out there, just for us,  just for my girl.

Time brought tears of hope and a swelling of the heart with care and kindness from strangers who have reached out like warm hands, into the universe, our universe, to lift us up, to bring us back from the edge.

Warm hands and strong arms  embracing our family, wrapping us up in love and protection.

We belong to a strong community of people and for that I am so very grateful.

We are amazed, in awe, bewildered and rocked to the very core of our beings, knowing that the human spirit is so powerful.

Time has brought a last minute phone call from the doctor and a recommendation for hospital, it has brought worry and stress and sleepless nights  as we chose to battle on at home, because she is happy here and she is not getting any worse and hospital again a week after discharge seems so wrong, even though it might be what is right.

Her fever broke in the early hours of the morning, leaving only the pounding of her recovering heart and of course, mine.

Tonight I want to take the time to thank everyone. Words seem inadequate but all that I have, right now. 

I want to take the time to bask in the glow of the power of the people and I want to relish in our circles.

Family, friends and community.

Thank you, my friends, thank you.