He slept fitfully that night and the next morning he threw up each and every milk feed. He was restless, kept arching his back and I just couldn’t settle him. We walked his sister to pre-school and on the way home I called the Doctor and booked an emergency appointment, as Henry wouldn’t stop being sick and his moans had turned to a constant, high pitched cry.
I raced him to the surgery where the Doctor listened to my concerns intently. I knew that something was wrong, this wasn’t my baby. Henry had a fever but it was only just over the ‘normal’ levels, however, because he was just 3 months old the Doctor immediately referred us to the paediatrician at our local hospital.
The triage nurse at the hospital instantly knew that something was wrong, Henry’s screams were now ear-piercing and there was such pain in his cry. He was quickly becoming floppy and unresponsive and I was very scared. Meningitis hadn’t even crossed my mind at this point, but I later learnt from the nurse that she thought it straight away.
The Junior Doctor assigned to Henry asked immediately for permission to perform a lumbar puncture and explained that he felt it necessary as he believed Henry was suffering from meningitis.