This room is blue.

Ironically, the first room we entered almost twelve months ago.

(Has it really been that long since that fateful admission, that first febrile convulsion?)

It has dragonflies and kites and apple trees painted in bright colours, this room but it is  still a cage.

We are looking forward to the escape, my girl and I.

Even though, it may take up to six infusions for the IVIG to work, I am hopeful we will not need this room again… or at least any time soon.

We are all looking forward to Summer.

I’ve not much to tell you yet.

Not really.

An anticlimax, I know but Ivy needed IV antibiotics first to clear up an infection she has had going on for the last week. Her ears are still hanging on, not willing to give in just yet, to concede to this foreign thing known as health.

Tomorrow is the day though and I am excited and nervous all at once.

There are some risks, there always are.

Sometimes I feel like I am the proverbial killjoy.

The ever steadying arm slicing through the optimism,  that comes in the form of our paediatrician.

I talked to him about side effects and pleaded with him to take care with my baby, because she does have a history of reacting to medications.

He said, “I know, Tiff, I know, I know her just as well, I know her too”.

I was taken back at first, he sounded wounded.

 He does know her and he will watch over her and I am thankful for that.

I am just a worrier, I think.

Today is dragging badly, teasing me with the promise of tomorrow, Ivy is asleep and I really don’t know what to do with myself.

So, instead of boring you with my stilted words, I will give you some photos.

A little photo therapy might be good for the soul…

Still alittle bit sick…and the hats? Cover up the smell from her discharging ears.

IV antibiotics.

Keeping busy.

From my chair.