The ambulance arrived within a few minutes, and took Harry and Lisa to the local hospital while I followed on in the car. We arrived at the hospital, and waited for what seemed like forever to be seen. Finally, at around midnight, we were seen by a doctor. Harry seemed to have improved at this point, and the doctor suggested he was probably teething and worked himself up into a frenzy! They give us Calpol and told us to take him home.
We arrived home exhausted, but reassured by what the doctor had told us.. Just as we were about to take Harry out of his car seat, he threw up everywhere... projectile vomit! We thought it strange, but put it down to the fact that he'd not long had a bottle. We cleaned him up, got him changed, took him to bed, and dropped off to sleep.
"Lee, Lee," I turned over to see Lisa holding Harry in her arms. "What’s wrong love?" I asked, still half asleep. "It's Harry, he's got a mark on his head.”. I looked, and he did indeed have a very small mark on the right side of his forehead. How Lisa had seen that in almost complete darkness was beyond me! Lisa passed Harry to me and sprung out of bed. She ran downstairs to get the phone, and ran straight back up, getting dressed as she spoke to NHS Direct. It was just gone 4.30am. Harry looked very pale, and was very very limp. I just couldn’t work out what was causing him to be like this. Lisa came off the phone, "an ambulance is on its way," she said. She was in such a panic... she KNEW something serious was happening! I carried Harry downstairs, just as the ambulance crew knocked on the door. They came rushing into the living room and ‘meningitis’ is the only word I remember being said... I completely went blank. Lisa took Harry from me, and dashed out to the ambulance. I had to stay at home with our other children until I could get someone to come and stay with them.