Yesterday the nurses started pushing for our discharge.

Yesterday they did the first push of her antibiotic, instead of through the drip.

Yesterday, minutes afterwards, Ivy had an allergic reaction.

A big one.

The paed was contacted and we were told we couldn’t go home;

I was so angry.

We had been mucked around beyond belief and I just wanted to go.

They infused the second dose slowly

and she had another reaction

and I felt awful for being so angry

because really, we were lucky.

If I had taken her home and pushed the antibiotic, she could have had a severe reaction

and we may not have made it to the hospital on time.

As it was, the reaction was not that bad because it was infused slowly

but it was still enough to scare me.

Today we’ve been told we need to have another night in while they trial a new antibiotic.

So far so good.

The paed gave us a couple of hours gate leave this morning and I took the girl out for her first pair of ballet shoes…

okay

and a frilly tutu skirt and tights as well.

She’s the cutest little ballerina this side of the hospital.

So, it’s  day eight and I am tired and weepy but I am also incredibly thankful

and because I’m feeling that way and am considering all of my blessings this afternoon

I thought I’d share some photos with you,

 the people who I am grateful for.

 He loves hats. Gorgeous grinny boy.

 Pretty in pink.

She’s very puffy from all the steroids they’ve used to stabilise her but as a very good friend said, she’s still our Ivy.

He loves her and stuck by her side for the whole night.

Noah busting some moves.

I’m sorry these two are blurry but I was just aiming the camera above my head and shooting

into the middle of the kindy mosh pit.

I was lucky to get anything at all, really

because there was so much movement

and maybe because I was laughing so hard as well.