By LEANNE WEYMARK-COTTER
Danielle, my 14 month old baby girl, woke up sick, vomiting with a high temperature in the middle of the night. I gave her some paracetamol but she couldn’t keep that down. She had been sick with a throat infection two weeks earlier and I thought it was that again. I was wrong.
In the morning I lifted her up out of her cot and she couldn’t lift her head up, couldn’t lift her arms up to me. She was limp. I took her straight to the Doctors, he took her blood pressure and called an ambulance and she was taken to Shoalhaven Hospital. She made it, just. On arrival she had no blood pressure, had stopped breathing and had to be resuscitated. I was taken into a room away from the usual emergency area, and away from my baby.
I can’t remember a lot of what happened at Shoalhaven Hospital except that she had very light purple blotches on her torso, front and back that kept coming and going. And her left arm was starting to go grey. Then, shortly after, she started to decline rapidly. All of her veins began to shut down. She needed to be airlifted to Camperdown Children’s Hospital but it took hours to stabilise her for the flight. I watched her being put into the little red helicopter and my heart just sank. I felt like it was going to be the last time I saw her alive. She was being taken away from me.
I finally got to Sydney and found the Intensive Care Unit and walked in. My baby was lying on a bed on the other side of the room and her arms and legs were black and she was so swollen. She had so many tubes and infusions running to her. I don’t remember much after that, but at some stage one of the Doctors took me outside and sat me down. He told me that they thought Danielle’s had meningococcal disease and that she probably wasn’t going to live. I hadn’t heard of meningococcal disease. I had no idea what he was talking about. He tried to explain it to me but it didn’t really matter at the time. The only thing that mattered was that my beautiful baby girl was only with me for 14 months and she was going to be taken away from me forever.
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Hi I just saw your daughter on the footy show tonight she seems like an amazing young woman. My husband and I lost our oldest son to meningococcal meningitis in 1995, he was aged 3-1/2. He was an exceptional child too, even at that age. We too had never even heard of this disease at the time. I would like to wish your daughter the best of luck in 2016 at the Olympics, I'm sure she will do extremely well.
I got meningococcal meningitis Anzac Day 1998 when I was 19. This proves that it's not just babies that are affected by this horrific disease. I was living at a university college and had my own private room. Thank god I had good friends who checked on me and ultimately saved me. The first GP sent me home with what he thought was the flu. All classic meningitis symptoms including the rash. I nearly died in hospital but something saved me. I will be forever grateful. My life is special and worth living.