During the night Kieran was very unsettled. His temperature was still running high and he was hallucinating. His eyes seemed sunken and he didn't look like his normal self. He woke me and told me he had to leave me. When I asked why he said he wasn't sure but I wasn't allowed to go with him. This scared me enough to spend the rest of the night watching his every breath.
Morning came and he woke up screaming. He was gripping the headboard and lifting himself off the bed, writhing in pain. He screamed that his head hurt. I rang 111 and the operator told me to hang up and dial 999 for an ambulance. They sent a paramedic car. She assessed him and told me his vitals were all fine. She said she agreed with the hospital and that he was probably fighting a viral bug of some sort. By this time Kieran was calmer and sleepy again. I couldn't shake the feeling off that something bad was happening. The paramedic sensed my unease and said if I was really worried I should call the go surgery when they opened. That was another hour away. She said to try and get Kieran up and about, laying him in bed in a dark room wouldn't help him, she said he needed to be sitting up.
She left and my husband came home, my older son had called him in a panic. He helped me to get Kieran downstairs because Kieran couldn't walk and cried when we tried to get him up and about. He got on the sofa and curled up in a ball and went back to sleep. My husband also felt wrong about the whole thing and refused to wait for the GP to open. Instead, we got Kieran in the car and took him to a&e again. My husband dropped us off out the front so he could park up but Kieran screamed when I lifted him from the car. His limbs seemed stiff and the light really hurt his eyes. I got to the desk and they told me to take a seat. Then she rang through and said he needed seeing urgently, she thought he was very sick. From there it was all go.
Kieran was vomiting. They put oxygen on him because his levels were too low. His skin was mottled and his eyes were sunken. They started talking brain scans and sending him to the neurological ward. We didn't have a clue what was happening. We met the consultant from the neurological team. She was concerned that Kieran's pupils were different sizes. He had to go for a scan and then we were in a side room in that ward. Kieran was now acting odd. One minute he was fine, like completely normal and not ill at all and the next he was touching my face like he didn't know who I was.
He was moved onto the intensive care unit. His veins were tiny and hard to find and so they had to pin him down on more than one occasion to get blood. He screamed every time. It was awful. He swore at the nurses and fought them off. It was so out of character for him. They decided to move him to critical care and put him in a room on his own. The nurse there persuaded me to leave him to sleep. They gave me a room in their hotel. I was called within an hour to say he had become distressed. I got back to his room to find three doctors trying to entertain him and distract him from his crying. From that day on I didn't leave him.
The next day we were told they were pretty sure he had meningitis but they were growing his blood to confirm it and to discover the type. I spent hours researching different types of meningitis while we waited for the results. In all, he spent a week in the hospital. It was distressing because his canular kept coming out and each time they replaced it he would scream and have to be held down. He hated the smell of food etc. He couldn't stand without help and complained of joint pain. But we were lucky because he survived and he didn't lose his limbs, all the sad stories I'd read made me realise that we were so lucky.