Hospital part 2

Being in hospital for a long period of time is such a strange thing. I have talked about this before in a post about when Livia was born and we were in for 6 days. You definitely don't want to be in hospital, and yet it becomes quite a comforting place. It's when I'm not here that I get the most worried and upset about Chloe.

There are really rubbish bits, like all the tests and unpleasant things Chloe is having to go through (catheters, cannulas, CT scans, X-rays, tubes up her nose etc). The nurses' rounds in the night, especially when you get someone who doesn't try to be quiet, mean lots of broken sleep. But generally I associate hospitals with lots of people working to get my little girl better. You get into a routine - doctors' round in the morning, tests around lunchtime, the mealtimes, J or I nipping to the shops to buy food for us (you can't heat food up that isn't from a shop, boo) and then settling in for the night once Chloe is sleeping. It's not home and we're not together but it's not all terrible. 

What I found the worst stage of this whole saga was when Chloe was poorly at home. We had been to A&E and had been told it was a virus and to go to the GP if the temperature continued after 48 hours. I then had a horrible two days of doubt; I was sure there was something more wrong with her because she did not want to watch tv or talk to me or even get out of bed. But I also didn't want to be 'that parent' who always rushes to A&E! The worry of whether I was doing the right thing has now gone and I can put the decision-making in the hands of the doctors. It's such a relief.

There's not much progress to report, other than the drain has now been removed. The infection in the lung still seems bad but we're having another X-ray this afternoon which will tell us more. I will keep you updated.