Meningitis stole young Sam’s life in just four-and-a-half hours.
My son Sam was 10 months old when he contracted this disease and I didn't have a clue what was happening or going on. Sam was normally a happy and giggly baby but on this day something wasn't quite right.
I had previously called a doctor out to see Sam a few days before he died and the doctor was annoyed with me for calling him out to a 'rash'. He told me I was a paranoid mother and I should not be wasting his or any doctor’s time.
So, when Sam was ill again a few days later. I was so scared to ring the doctors as I thought I was going to get the same reception again.
A huge smile
Sam had four spots near the corner of his eye when I left for work that morning. After giving my son a hug and kiss and in return getting a huge smile I left him with his dad for the day
Later in the day my partner phoned to say Sam wasn’t well and he did not want to eat or drink. As he was teething we put it down to him not wanting to eat and wanting to sleep most of the day.
When I returned home I lifted his T-shirt up and saw he had four spots on his chest; more like bruises on him and these were coming up rapidly. He had a very high temperature, cold hands and feet and was screaming in pain when he touched him. He also was sick and had diarrhoea.
I phoned the doctor’s at 6pm and it seemed like ages before they came round. They examined him and spoke to nurses at the hospital and we were told to head up to the children's ward in our local hospital. The doctor wasn't sure what was wrong with Sam and she thought he may have chicken pox.
Covered in bruises
We got to the children's ward and sat around for an hour before anyone came to see us. They took his temperature, which was rising, and examined him. By this time Sam looked like he had been in a fight; he was covered in bruises and was getting more and more uncomfortable when you touched him.