‘I wanted to spare others the pain’
My three-year-old son, Stewart, woke with a temperature. It was January 2010, and I guessed he’d picked up a cold. ‘Let’s keep an eye on you,’ I said, giving him a cuddle. But in every other way, Stewart seemed fine, eating his dinner and watching TV with his big brother, Sean, 10. By bedtime, his temperature had gone down a little, too. ‘Can I sleep with you tonight, Mummy?’ he said, as I got him into his pyjamas.
I’d split with his dad and Stewart liked to snuggle up with me. ‘Alright,’ I said, thinking that after a night’s sleep he’d be better. But, at 4am, I was woken by Stewart thrashing about in his sleep.
Then he stopped and, to my horror,…