Moar hospital!

Oh, Poppy. You are in hospital again.

Eight months and one day, Poppy at Monash Children's, 27 August 2017

You came home with us for about four days, caught a chest infection off your sister, got steadily worse, and had to come back to Monash Children's for oxygen and suction.

You've been in for the best part of a week, and you finally seem to be on the mend.

I'm torn between my love for you and wanting you to be around and wanting to see what 'new Poppy' is or will be like; and the fact that we've already decided and agreed with all the doctors that you should have minimal intervention.

Where does quality of life care cross the line into life-prolonging intervention? It seems to be the 'vibe' of the thing. I feel like we've laid out some pretty clear guidelines, though: no form of ventilation, and no resuscitation.

Hopefully you will be able to come home in the next few days.

I can see that we're going to need to make a concerted effort to get Elsie to cover her mouth and nose when she coughs and sneezes if we are to avoid yoyoing in and out of hospital for the rest of your life.

Not looking too good, Monash Children's, 24 August 2017