At this point my husband Tony and I were concerned and rang the health visitor for advice. We were advised that Joseph may have been passing a motion and not to worry, and to mention it to my doctor at my post-natal check up in six weeks.
However, I did not feel confident about this, and immediately rang our doctor's surgery. Due to his young age, Joseph was seen by a doctor within the hour. Whilst the doctor was examining him he had what we now know to be a fit. The doctor told us Joseph needed to be admitted to hospital straight away, giving no indication of what he may be suffering from.
I ran home with Joseph in his pram, where my mother-in-law and father-in-law were waiting with Marcus. I told them that I needed to get to the hospital. I remember my mother-in-law's face looking down at Joseph's pale, limp body in his car seat and saying "I cannot believe we are doing this again!" This had brought back memories of Marcus, Joseph's brother, having to go to hospital, being diagnosed with a blood disorder. Tony and I left the house quietly, speechless as we drove to the hospital.
We had not been in the admissions area of our hospital for long, when a doctor came over to us and began asking us a series of questions about Joseph and his symptoms. We explained his fitting, his projectile vomiting and his crying. He returned shortly afterwards and said he thought Joseph had meningitis, but they would need to do blood tests. This would take a few days to cultivate in order to be sure and what strain it was.