Again

The disturbed sleep. The paleness. The exaustion. The breathlessness and the dizziness. The temperature. The visit to the gp. The we need to treat it a little more agressively. The feeling that we are getting no where fast. The sheer terror I feel when I realise that this may be our reality for the whole of winter. The god awful feeling in my stomach when I realise our baby girl is so sick. The isolation, both real and imagined. The struggle to cope with day to day life without checking on her constantly. The wish that she feels better soon. We love you princess xxx