We got the tube home. Eleanor was tired, she had not been very interested in food and it had been a long day for her. She fell asleep on me and I held Tim’s hand tight, all the time staring ahead, tears rolling down my face and every single outcome rushing through my mind.
When we arrived at Kingston Paediatric A&E we were quickly ushered into a room and a local anaesthetic cream was placed on Eleanor’s hands so they could take some blood without causing her too much distress. We were in A&E for a few hours in total while examinations were performed by a couple of different doctors and a blood test was taken. On the surface Eleanor appeared in good health, there was no need for her to be admitted and we could go home. The doctors told us an urgent MRI of her head would need to be arranged and that we would get a call with a date very soon.
The waiting game that would become so prevalent in our journey had only just begun.