It's 7.45am and I am waiting to hear.
After another afternoon of ceaseless vomiting and terrifying lethargy D took Amy back to the hospital at 5pm yesterday.
At 9.30 he rang to say even the anti nausea medication that worked like a dream yesterday had failed, and now with all the vomiting her throat was bleeding. They had decided to put a naso-gastric tube in and keep her overnight.
What I wouldn't give to be with her, my poor poor baby.