One day, Ivy might be well.
One day I might feel as though I am doing something right for her.
One day she might forgive me for having to put ear drops in, for giving medications she hates the taste of, for introducing her to yet another doctor and another intravenous antibiotic.
One day I might forgive myself.
One day things might be normal.
One day.
Bringing up seven kids has led to in depth knowledge of asthma, autism, fetal alcohol syndrome and drug induced developmental delay, immune deficiency and autoimmune disease, ectodermal dysplasia, neonatal death and cardiac defect. Despite all of that, I didn't know I was about to start the ride of my life with the illness of my youngest daughter, Ivy.
Thinking of you both.
Aw, Tiff. You are a SPECTACULAR mom doing what needs to be done for her child (make that all her children). All the love and fun in your house surely offsets the medical stuff. xo
That one day is going to come. I just know it.
Every night I say a prayer for Ivy and as you can tell by my addy that I have to take it one day at a time because I have 2 autistic sons.Like you I pray one day there will be a cure.
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