Madness...and bitterness

Words can't really describe the last two weeks. What I will say is there were moments in it we never ever want to repeat. Chloe was back in hospital for IV antibiotics. She was really quite sick and so inserting a drip was nigh on impossible. So after 4 trys on the ward we needed to go to theatre. Words I never wish we had agreed to. She was going to have a PICC line in. These are basically a semi permanant drip that last up to 6 weeks. They remove the need for reinserting cannulas often. Now normally these are quite a straightforward thing. Our princess doesn't do things easily though. They couldn't insert one in either arm or one leg. Finally they got one in to her left leg. So what was supposed to be 20 mins in theatre was nearly 1 hour and 20 mins. One anxious mummy waiting outside. One anxious daddy and big sister waiting upstairs. Finally they called me into recovery. There they informed me that they found in nearly impossible to get the line in. So I then held a hysterical little girl begging to go home. At that moment I wished I could wave a magic wand and take her home. In retrospect I wish Friday never happened at all. So up to the ward we go and settle her down for the night. Greg and Jess left after Greg and I saying out of hearing of the girls that that was our worst parenting day ever. She was covered in deep bruises from theatre, bruises that only now 2 weeks on are fading. Emotionally the bruises that came from this and the following few days will probably never disappear from our lives.