Katrina Keegan, 26, Sunderland
Cradling my boy as he lay groaning on the sofa, I felt sick with worry.
‘Mummy,’ Sheldon, 4, moaned, before being sick for the umpteenth time.
It was November 2018, and this was unlike my boisterous boy who loved racing round the garden.
Over two days, an earache had turned into a raging fever.
He was refusing to eat or drink, could barely crawl off the sofa.
‘Better take him to A&E,’ I told my partner Holly, then 30.
My mum Nicola, then 47, picked us up and drove us to Sunderland Royal Hospital, where doctors suspected he had meningitis.
‘This is bad,’ I gasped, terrified.
Over the next few days Sheldon had blood tests, even a lumbar puncture.
Seeing him in so much pain was…
