Archive for December 2011
Needed.
Christmas this year was a very quiet affair.
The girl and I walked out of the hospital, having picked up a stomach bug
unbeknown to us until Christmas Eve.
Before that I had been running around in a panic shopping haze that comes with last minute discharge
and not being organised.
Not to self: do better next year.
Plan better.
Also; sorry if I infected you, customer service people, with gastro.
I honestly didn’t know that I was sick.
There was less this year -
less of everything.
Less gifts,
less food,
less pomp
but that was okay, I think.
When you’re unsure whether it will happen at all
a quiet Christmas seems just fine.
The kids seemed happy anyway.
Ivy and Noah securing their one wish for a bicycle.
Noah stacking his bike within minutes of his first getting on.
By the end of the day though he was riding as though he had always owned a two wheeler.
The girl was less confident.
Truth is I just wanted to see my Mum
and to be loved for just being my hopelessly flawed fragile post hospital self
and I got that.
We lay on the grass, by the beach, near her home
and she expected very little of me.
I was thankful for that,
thankful for her
and that she had provided most of the food -
that it was okay that all I was able to muster was a couple of BBQ chooks and some other sundries.
When Ivy became suddenly, violently sick,
we just packed up and that was Christmas.
I was so, so tired.
Of course, we were all a little disheartened that the day had been interrupted once more by illness
but truly, it was a lovely celebration.
The days have slipped by in a blur of not very much at all.
DVDs mostly and lying low.
Both Ivy and I are feeling stronger tonight
and I am feeling better in myself -
less teary,
less unwell,
more together.
It’s been kind of nice though, in the comfort of home
to be allowed to be the weak one for a while.
I needed that.
I hope that however you celebrated the days, that they’ve been just what you needed too.
Happy Kiss-mas.
friends who have followed our journey through another year.
Friends who have supported me in bad times
and celebrated the good times with me too.
Your comments, ideas and your love have carried me much of the time
and I am grateful.
I hope that however you celebrate this season,
it is filled with all that you hold dear.
Mostly I wish you peace and happiness.
In our home, we celebrate Christmas as a time for togetherness.
So, from my family to you and yours,
Merry Christmas.
Christmas and Ivy will often equal hospital.
To tell you the truth,
I was all ready to come here and wish you all a Merry Christmas,
show you the end product of our Chrissy card
and the photos that the kids (all of them) took part in for said card.
Then I was going to tell you I was taking a blogging break
but Ivy grew another abscess in her chest wall over the weekend
and today we found our sorry selves in Accident and Emergency,
staring down the barrel of more surgery.
The girl has been sick, with the usual high temps and rigors
and today,
the six and a half hours in the emergency room saw her
sleeping the bulk of it away.
She’s still asleep now,
almost twelve hours since we stepped into the hospital.
That’s what she does when her little body can’t keep up -
she just shuts down.
The kind surgeon came and ordered a needle aspiration,
a culture of the infected site
and antibiotics
with the possibility of surgery tomorrow.
I’m tired, my friends.
I’m tired to the very core of my existence -
with worry
and confusion
and the anxiety of having a sick little girl.
This time last year we were in the exact same place,
although for a different reason
and the sense of dejavu is strange.
Part of me wants for this to be over with as soon as possible,
to get the girl home and the rest of the Christmas shopping done,
wrapped and under the tree in time for the day
but there is also that tiny little voice that says that we are not getting
anywhere fast with this intermittent antibiotic coverage.
Whatever this bug is, it’s stubborn and smart
and we’ve not been able to kill it
since it first started making the girl sick in September
and if we don’t treat it aggressively this time
we will just bounce back in another three weeks,
when the antibiotics are ceased once again.
I want the girl home for Christmas, yes
but I want this to be the end of it too.
I’m just not sure which I want more at the moment.
I guess for now, I will do what I do well
which is sit in the big green chair and watch and worry
and wait
until we have some answers.
Until decisions are made.
Until the girl is more herself again.




















