As his older siblings played together, my normally hyper six-year-old lazed on the sofa.
‘What’s up, Carson?’ I asked.
‘I’ve got a headache,’ he said.
He looked sorry for himself.
Then all of a sudden, he jumped up and ran straight to the bathroom.
I followed him, and as he started retching in the toilet, I gently rubbed his back.
‘Oh, Carson,’ I said, feeling his forehead.
He must have picked up a bug at school, I thought.
Once he stopped being sick, I gave him some Calpol and he seemed to brighten up.
But his headaches kept coming back.
‘I’m worried,’ I said to his dad Arron, 35, as I booked a doctor’s appointment.
As the GP examined him, I was nervous.
‘I can’t see anything out of the…
