They referred us to Leicester Royal Infirmary Children’s admissions, where they thought Harry had inflammation of the hip and sent him home. Unsure of their diagnosis, I googled it and felt the symptoms didn’t match up. He could only walk by holding onto something but felt no pain, and did not have a fever. Again, we requested the hospital to see him on the Wednesday but, we were told that if he wasn’t in pain, it was fine. By Thursday, Harry was reduced to crawling on the floor and started to wet himself. We took him back to the hospital and asked for them to see him again. They decided to x-ray his legs and found nothing, so sent him home again, with a diagnoses of inflammation of the hips. By Saturday morning, Harry was unable to hold his own body weight. He could no longer sit in a chair. His legs were like lead and his feet were stiff, locked into position. He was paralyzed up to his armpits and his hands were starting to go too. We kept asking him if he was ok and he said “’I’m fine Mummy, don’t worry, I’m ok.”
Determined that the seven doctors who had seen Harry earlier in the week were wrong, I headed back to the hospital with him. Upon seeing a nurse, she could see how poorly Harry was and sent him to a bed rather than the play room, and requested a consultant see Harry, not a junior doctor.