From that moment it was just a flurry of nurses and doctors and she went from being stable-ish to dropping again. We were told she had to go to PICU because the amount of fluid they would need to give her would possibly make her lungs unable to function, and she needed sedating and intubation.
She was whisked away from us and we sat for three hours while they tried to stabilise her. Finally they came and got us but warned it may be a bit emotional, and when we walked over to her bedside she didn't look like my daughter any more. She had a purple spot rash top to toe, was bloated from all the fluids, had lines coming out from everywhere and the horrible tube down her throat. They said it was definitely meningitis, they were just waiting for the blood culture to come back to know which it was. We now know it was type b bacterial meningitis and she was suffering from septicaemia as well.
At that point I asked them to call for the priest. He came and asked whether or not she had been christened, which she had. He then decided to say a little prayer over her for us; he brought us all to her bedside along with family that came to be with us and they closed the curtain around her. He then started to pray and at that moment her heart rate started to come down.
In the early hours of the morning she finally stabilised and when the doctor came back he was amazed to still see her there and at what her heart rate actually was. He said we could slowly start looking at the possibility she could pull through.
From all the fluid they had given her, her hands and feet had started to go dusky. He thought she was suffering from compartment syndrome where her muscles were so full of fluid their casing was squeezing and cutting of the blood flow, and they thought she may lose both legs from the knee and her one arm from the elbow.
No-one told us exactly what was going on, just that she was very poorly and they were having problems stabilising her. It wasn't till late afternoon that the doctor sat us down in the parents’ room and told us they didn't think she would survive as the fluid level was becoming toxic. They would at some point have to stop giving it to her and it was the only thing taking down her heart rate. This was the worst thing for me to hear as her mother.