But that would have taken even longer, so an ambulance was called. Within two and a half weeks I had been blue-lighted with Millie to hospital and now Tony was being blue-lighted with Lydia to the same hospital. The Ambulance man remembered Millie and couldn't believe it.
When Lydia arrived at hospital it was if her little body couldn't take any more and she gave up. They had to resuscitate her. This time they were able to find a bed for her in a PICU that was nearer. By the time the retrieval team arrived it still took another five hours for her to be ready for the journey. Lydia had stopped breathing again in the ambulance. In that time I had arrived at the hospital with Millie. I can remember ringing the hospital where Millie had been, explaining that Lydia was now really poorly and was there anything they could tell us that might help Lydia. The hospitals conversed and information was passed on.
When we were allowed in to see Lydia she was so ill. Again lots of machines. She also was on a life support machine and had multi-organ failure. How on earth could we be lucky twice? Millie had been a miracle and I was convinced we couldn't have another one. A plastic surgeon came to see us. He warned us that Lydia could lose her arms, legs, cheeks, tip of her nose and lips. All I kept thinking was, Lydia loves painting and drawing, we did it most afternoons. She sucks her dummy and puts the ear of her cuddly toy in the corner of her eye. How's she going to do that? At the time it was such a shock. What was happening around us and being said just didn't sink in.
Lydia was too ill to be moved to the theatre, so they had to do fasciotomies in her bed. Lydia's skin had become so swollen that they had to cut the skin from the back of her knees to her ankles twice. This was to prevent the skin from ripping. The surgeon didn't do it to her arms, he said he would monitor them daily.
We sat looking, kissing, reading to Lydia. Praying and begging, please don't take her away from us. I didn't want to see her poorly toes so I would ask the nurses to place my hands on them under the sheet to put 'Holy water' on them, secretly dreading that I would never be able to cuddle her again.
Lydia was diagnosed with Hib with septicaemia. For 10 days she was on life support and then she gradually started to improve. We still didn't know what side effects Lydia might have.