The next morning I woke around 10am, Amrit was still sleeping; I had transferred her into my bed early that morning. I left her to sleep and went downstairs to tend to my boys. I thought nothing of Amrit sleeping for so long, however, by midday Amrit still hadn't woken. I took her downstairs and tried to feed her milk, which she would not take. When I undressed her and changed her nappy, Amrit still did not wake up. She was still very hot so I knew there was something wrong. I called the out of hours surgery again and explained the symptoms to the lady. She didn't seem too concerned and said a doctor would call me back. I called my neighbour who is a registered childminder and who often looked after Amrit. She told me to call an ambulance, which arrived in less than five minutes. I remember two paramedics running into my living room. They put an oxygen mask on Amrit, said she needed to go to hospital and asked me to go with them. Everything happened so quickly I was in a state of shock not really taking it all in. On the way to the hospital, one of the paramedics gave Amrit an injection and she briefly opened her eyes. I remember thinking that she was going to be OK.
When we arrived in the A&E department of Birmingham Children's Hospital there was a team of doctors and nurses waiting for Amrit. I stood in the corner of the room watching them all working on my little girl. I was finally told they would be taking Amrit up to Intensive Care but the seriousness of her condition still didn't register with me or my husband.
In ICU a consultant told us they suspected a number of things, including meningitis, and therefore Amrit had already been started on the appropriate medication. To control the fits they had sedated her, and the doctor said he would know more once she woke up. I waited all night in the family room for a nurse to come and tell me that Amrit had woken up, but the nurse never came. By morning, the doctors were very concerned that Amrit hadn't woken up but I still had faith in my daughter, and convinced myself she would wake up in her own time. I continued expressing my milk which was fed to Amrit via a tube. She looked so small in that huge bed all wired up to so much machinery.