I spoke too soon. More v*. Not very much this time but enough for a complete change of clothes. He was so upset this time and I managed to give him a really big hug. He needed it. Now I am shaking so much and in tears but I am not going to let my children see how upset I am. My daughter is being brilliant but I wish she would play in a different room to my son. She insists on "looking after him". I should be glad at least she does not have emetophobia as I once thought she had. I wish this was over and that my husband would get home .


I am also worrying about my poor mum. She is having chemotherapy at the moment and we visited her yesterday. I hope we have not given her anything. My mum is normally the one who helps me in these situations but she can't any more. I hope my son is alright now.