Me and Charlene broke our hearts, and I cried out to the Lord for help (as I am a born again Christian). We were devastated. Oliver’s blood pressure was dropping and the doctors told us he would have to go on a ventilator to help him breathe and they were transferring him to intensive care in the Royal Victoria Hospital. They took him up to theatre to prepare him. We prayed and prayed, and felt a peace come over us, we knew then that Oliver would be OK, that the Lord Jesus Christ had heard our cry.
They took us up to the theatre to see him before they took him in the ambulance, oh what a sight, that wee darling was attached to a ventilator, tubes everywhere and had his wee eyelids taped closed in case they got damaged on the journey. Our hearts hit the floor again.
There were two doctors with Ollie in the ambulance, and a police escort in front and behind with sirens blazing. They were taking no chances on any hold-ups, it was vital he got there as fast as possible. We followed behind in a taxi cab. We were able to contact his dad when he finished work and I phoned Pastor M’Kim for support and prayer. It was hours before we were able to go in and see Ollie: it was like something out of a movie, how many times can your heart be wrenched in one day?
My son-in-law had to go outside, he was so overcome with emotion at the sight of our darling child. The Pastor called a prayer meeting in church; hundreds of prayers went up to heaven and the Lord heard our cry. On Saturday the 6th Ollie was responding to treatment and was transferred to the children’s ward. On Tuesday he was well enough to be transferred back to Ulster Hospital. He was still ill but out of danger and was responding. But there was a lot of fluid around his brain and he couldn’t hold his wee head up himself, his neck was floppy.
Ollie was given very strong antibiotics and given iron; he had lost that much weight he was just like a newborn again. He was that fragile we had to lift him on a pillow for a while and his wee arms were black and blue from the drips. Charlene and I took turns to be with Ollie so he wouldn’t be left alone. Although the doctors and nursing staff were very attentive they couldn’t give him the time and attention we could.
It wasn’t long before we saw that gorgeous big smile again of Ollie’s – that smile would melt the toughest iceberg, and your heart. After three weeks’ treatment of antibiotics were finished they gave Ollie a CT scan of his brain and there was still a build-up of fluid which wasn’t dispersing quickly enough, so they did another lumbar puncture (which broke our hearts again) and started on more antibiotics.