The good news?
Ivy is getting better!!!
Yes, she is on the road to recovery. Finally.
It’s all because of my new love…Erythromycin. How can one little antibiotic be SO different from another?
Here are the good bits;
Normal temperature for 24 hours.
Nose is running clear!
Left ear is clearing up (with the help of hydrogen Peroxide and Ciproxin drops).
Cough is not so wet.
No vomiting antibiotic for over 24 hours.
The bad bits;
Upset tummy, bad diahrroea, still clingy and whingy when awake, still needing Panadol/Neurofen for pain almost 2nd hourly.
For the first time in over a week I am feeling more relaxed and happy. Even though Ivy was up for a large part of the night with tummy cramps, she is up and walking around this morning, playing and rummaging through things! YAY! I never thought I would celebrate the demolishing of my kitchen but here I am!
While Ivy has been feverish, she has been obsessed with her shoes. She would wake with a high temp and cry ’shoeshoeshoesssss!’ Even when she was so ill she couldn’t stand upright, she would be snuggled into my lap, on the rocking chair, grizzling about her need for shoes.
Here is a photo I took of Ivy last Sunday, in the car, with a high temp, loving her shoes. Ivy has several pairs of shoes and each and every one of them has helped her through this last week gone. I hear the cry for her shoes in my sleep now.
Yesterday, Trish and her boys made the long trek up to see me. She braved the flu for me. She knew I was struggling and came to give me some company. I had a really nice day, what more could you want? Adult company, chocolate and hot tea. Ivy had woken in a good mood and was pottering around for the first half of the day. Even when she lost the plot and cried and grizzled for the whole afternoon, Trish still stood firm. She didn’t beg off, she didn’t cuss or roll her eyes because Ivy was sick, sad and demanding. She was there. Thank you Trish. You are a really special person!
On a final note this morning, I took this photo of My Noahry Boy, trying his hardest to be like Mum.
Here he is, on the kids computer happily typing away.
I wonder if he thinks he is blogging?