It was a night like any other, dinner, a little TV watching, then a story and bed. You were happy, smiling and full of kisses and cuddles when we said ‘night night, love you too the moon and back’ as we always do.
I came back downstairs and went about my evening as I always do, fetching myself some dinner and catching up on my soaps. At about 8.30pm I went upstairs to the toilet and heard something strange, a gurgling sound coming from your bedroom. A sound I’d never heard before, but I immediately panicked and ran into the room. You were completely still, your mouth bubbling, I tried to wake you and got little response. Your little body was covered head to toe in hives.
I ran as fast as my legs would take me back down the stair’s to fetch your adrenaline, by the time I’d made it back to you your face was blue and your hands cold, I’ve never felt fear quite like it.
When I prepared your adrenaline, you muttered ‘don’t do it Mummy’, but I couldn’t not. You were so very poorly, so I injected your thigh despite your pleas, your breathing was slow, almost non existent, so I held your nose and performed mouth to mouth CPR until you gasped and opened your eyes. You immediately burst into tear’s, I scooped you up into my arm’s and held you closer than I ever have before.
It took several seconds for us both to calm, for me to reach for my phone and dial the numbers I’ve dialled one too many times already, 999. The lady on the end of the phone was amazing, she heard your cries and my desperation and got a paramedic to us as fast as she could.
The paramedic arrived, a jolly man who clearly had experience with children. He managed to engage you in conversation about your pet hamster in order to calm you so that he could take some observations. It was clear that we would be paying the local A&E another visit, so a land ambulance was called to take us there.
Before long, your body started to overcome the shock of what had happened, you started to become the Theo we know and love again, being silly and making us all laugh. But the fact of the matter was, something had occurred in your little body that had made you gravely ill. In the ambulance to the hospital you asked what seemed like thousands of questions about the noise’s and all the machinery. It was a short journey, of which you held my hand throughout.
You had everyone in stitches when you strolled into the emergency department wearing just a nappy, your shoes, and a sick bowl for a hat. Only you could pull that look off!
The hours seemed like an eternity, you were poked, tested and prodded and you had all the doctors and nurses under your spell – eventually walking away with not one, but two stickers!
It would seem what had happened was idiopathic anaphylaxis – you had been sleeping, not in contact with any known or possible allergens, simply resting cuddling your favourite teddy bear. The severe reaction that occurred whilst you slept had no known cause, that we know of yet, unfortunately idiopathic anaphylaxis can masquerade as numerous other health issues. I just hope and pray that we don’t have to go through what we did last night ever again.
My precious baby boy, my brave, resilient little man.
I am so very proud of you and how well you cope, you are an inspiration to me and many others.
Love you too the moon and back.