The next day Aiden woke up and I noticed that he wouldn’t get out of bed, so I carried him to the front room. I noticed he wasn’t sitting up, he was hunched, so I put him down and he rolled back, so I sat him up again and he did the same again. He just couldn’t move, I rushed him straight to our local hospital where Accident and Emergency (A&E) sent him to a children’s ward because when they put him on the floor to crawl, he couldn’t. We got up to the ward and had blood work done, which showed inflammation. He saw a lovely lady who was a physiotherapist, who did not think it was a pulled muscle, so his fabulous, lovely pediatrician thought that maybe when he fell playing football, he hurt something and to give him a couple of days and see how he does. We went back home. On Christmas day, Aiden couldn’t even open his presents, it was awful and upsetting. The next day, Boxing Day, I took him back to his pediatrician who then mentioned ADEM, and that he could have fallen when playing football because he was getting weak!
He then went to see the doctor above him who asked to wait another week and then come back. But he could not leave Aiden another week like this, so he decided to call Evelina Children’s Hospital to get an emergency MRI. By this time, I knew it was serious. He phoned Evelina, who at first asked to wait but he pleaded and they finally asked us to go down there. Our local pediatrician, who in my eyes saved my son, got us a taxi and paid for the fare. He didn’t care about anything but the welfare of Aiden. He was such a lovely doctor.