We'll all be fine

Emer's well on the way to recovery. Astrid will be fine. I have had the novel experience of having ill children while I myself am well, a testament to how much improved our lives are over six years ago. (Rob and I had ordinary low-level colds, the kind you drink tea and eat Strepsils for; Emer and Astrid had horrible coughs and bronchiolitis and will be recovering for some time).

This afternoon we went to the library; I had to carry Emer as the air is cold and she doesn't have the puff, in cold air, for brisk walking. Rob was working from home because of the disruption yesterday - I brought Astrid in to hospital to see the out of hours doctor and we were referred up to the paediatric assessment unit and didn't get home until 01:30. A friend drove me and sat with me while it was all going on and drove me home and I am trying to think of a suitable award. However, it seems that the scary incidents that led me to bring Astrid in were part of the normal progression of the illness and probably the peak of horribleness, and from now on she'll just get better.

"If she gets worse bring her straight back because she'll need oxygen" are not the reassuring words you'd think they might be. Not at 1am anyway.

However, Rob the ever-vigilant stayed up late and welcomed us home with tea and sugary sweets, so that was fine. The morning was a washout, what with Rob's being here disrupting the usual routine, but it could have been so much worse.

It's even possible that we'll get our scheduled home ed stuff done, you never know.