Tucked up in his blanket, Paw Patrol on the TV, this looked like any other day for my son Blake, four.
Only this time, he was poorly.
‘It’s a tummy bug,’ the doctor had said.
A mum of three, I was no stranger to bellyaches.
But soon after, in January 2018, Blake began violently vomiting.
Then his whole body went limp.
‘Call 999!’ I shouted to my partner Joseph, 31.
My parents rushed round to look after my other boys, Haydon, 10, and Kayleb, seven.
In the ambulance, Blake looked so weak, and his speech began to slur.
By the time we arrived at Hull Royal Infirmary, he was completely silent.
And then a nurse pointed out a small rash on Blake’s leg.
‘That wasn’t there before,’ I panicked, heart…
