At least we have the big room this time.

It’s got murals of a magic kingdom

so when Ivy cares enough to open her eyes, she will be in a land of fairies and wizards.

After a quick conversation with the paed it was decided that Ivy would need to come to the hospital,

through A&E.

There are no other options.

The only way to get on top of this nasty bug is IV antibiotics

and not the usual suspects.

The paed has pulled out the big guns.

Gentamycin

and one other that I can’t say but it starts with a C and the nurses tell me they have had to have it brought in especially for Ivy.

Apparently it will be here late tonight.

We spent the whole day in Emergency and Ivy was oblivious to all of it.

So  now, we’re here

as most of you knew we would be.

At the moment, it looks like it’s going to be a five day stint with the possibility of going home on Monday afternoon.

I hope it’s Monday.

The preschool Christmas party is on that night and Ivy wanted to wear her new sparkly shoes.

If not,

we’ll have to dance in our hospital gowns.

I’m sitting here.

Dave is asleep to my left

and to my right

is the one I’m keeping vigil with.

On Tuesday, after almost three months

of Ciproxin

with varying results;

resistant growth,

belly aches,

diarrhoea

and blister outbreaks

the paediatritian declared the Cipro to have failed.

He conceded that it was more trouble than it was worth and to cease the medication

and so I did.

There was no back up plan, other than watch and wait,

no IV antibiotic  to prevent the inevitable -

we were told we would have to wait for the next crisis.

We knew it would come, I guess, I was not expecting it to be this soon

and so now I am watching;

as the pseudomonas takes over once more -

a goopy, disgusting ear and conjunctivitis for good measure (probably also pseudomonal - it happens like that)

her temperature through the roof, her heart pounding at an alarming rate

and I’m waiting for business hours so that we can call the doctor.

I’m tempted to pick her up now and make the hour long drive into the hospital.

She is sleeping though (albeit fitfully) and sleep is healing .

There is no sleep for me though,

not tonight.