By the time Conor woke at 8am David was sleeping but both James and I felt we had to either see his GP or take him to hospital as we thought the tummy bug was affecting his asthma.
We drove to the Ulster Hospital at 8.45am and went straight to the Children's Rapid Response Unit. David seemed to deteriorate drastically in the five-minute drive and my husband recalled him going limp in his arms as he carried him in. When we explained to the nurse his symptoms she showed us straight into a side room where doctors and nurses seemed to just appear. When they removed David's pyjamas there were large red dots appearing right before our eyes on his torso. It was obvious very quickly that David was very ill, and they told us they suspected meningitis and were treating it as that until they could confirm it.
They did a thumb prick test for blood and although they had started to inject him elsewhere all he said was "sore finger mummy" when he saw the tiny bit of blood. They were his last words to me. I told him the doctors were going to make it all better.
Things seemed to move very quickly, the doctor told us David was seriously ill and would need to be transferred to the Royal Hospital for Sick Children by ambulance. He was anaesthetised before the transfer and James and I had to go in a taxi, as there was no room in the ambulance.
The next few hours are all a blur. It seemed like ages before they would let us in to see him. By that time he was linked up to so many machines all with wires leading in and out of him and the 'rash' had spread over his body. The doctor told us he was very ill and they had struggled to stabilise him after the transfer. Even at that point I couldn't believe he was going to die.