This afternoon the nurse told us that Opal was really sick. Her blood pressure is low, her heart rate is high, she got some sort of an infection. The good news that she had a bowel movement yesterday, and that means that her gut is working, though they've taken her off of the feeding tube, so that she can put all of her energy towards fighting the infection. They have her on three different broad spectrum antibiotics. They are giving her a medication to raise her blood pressure and a transfusion to raise her blood pressure and lower her heart rate. They are giving her oxygen, 30%, but they said that they will be continually varying that as we go along. It was easy to be strong, right up until this last visit when the nurse told Suzanne and I that we should open the little doors on the side of the isolation box and reach in and touch her. We should talk to her to let her now that we were there. I was good, right up until I touched my little girl, then I lost it, crying like a baby. Afterward, I went downstairs and smoked a couple cigarettes while I talked to my best friend and his wife. They helped me talk it out, just talking about it helped me pull it back together. They reminded me that Opal will get better, that it truly isn't an option, there is no choice here, she will get better.
I'll try to stay on top of updating this journal as often as I can.