It was Friday 7th December 2012 and it was my week off work. I received a call at 7.30am from my friend Nat who was really worried about her 3 year old son Jayden. She said that he was sick during the night and had a type of rash and wasn't sure if it was chicken pox. I am a nurse so Nat asked me to go round to look at him. I immediately drove round. Nat lived just a few streets away so I was there by 7.40am.
When I arrived, Jayden was led in his bedroom in his pyjamas. I saw the rash was a reddy/purple colour, which looked liked small bruises. This was nothing like the pictures I had seen during my nurse training. I pressed on the rash and it did not blanch, I thought this could be Meningitis, but did not want to believe it. It was awful to see Jayden this way! I loved him like he was my own.
The bedroom light was on which did not seem to bother Jayden's eyes and he did not seem in any pain. His hands and feet were a bit cold. I made the decision to drive them to hospital. While Nat quickly got dressed, I carried him downstairs, he was limp but alert.