Yep, Isabel and I are in hospital. After yet another night of fevers and her battling to breathe by this morning I cracked. And packed her bag before we left the house. I had a feeling..
Official diagnosis: Pneumonia. She has been prodded and poked and stuck holes into and x rayed for the most of today and every time she cried I cringed. And played the blame game.
It looks like we’ll be here until Friday. On the upside I get to spend alone time with her and we’ve had loads of fun walking the corridors and playing with her hair. And chatting of course.
Here is a pic of my ‘very sick child’ with about 20 hairclips in her hair: (Check the drip she has on for the intravenous antibiotics, I of course only realised much later that it is in the wrong arm as she is left, yet another parenting fail)
Tonight is the first night Mignon and Isabel have ever spent apart. Hubby battled until 9pm to get Mignon off to sleep and
Isabel has finally settledjust got woken for another neb session. The night ahead might be very interesting and I need to get some work done so I’m going to toodle off..