She said: 'We can do temperatures, but we can't do 'this'.
Yesterday, I had a good day at school. I came home and was having a pretty good afternoon... and then, I was grumpy! I was crying and complaining and trying to straighten and stiffen my body. I was covered in goosebumps and I was shaking.
Mum tried to help me feel better. She tried to make me stop crying. She looked all over me, checking for bites and sores and marks.
I can't tell her where it hurt, or what I feel... and she hates not being able to understand.
After an hour of my crying and complaining, she rang the doctors. We missed my amazing doctor by five minutes. Knowing me... the ladies told Mum to ring the ambulance.
I've been in lots of ambulances, but Mum has never rung for one. She was a bit reluctant, because she thought she might have been over-reacting, but she has learned to trust her instincts.
She had about five minutes to get ready. We didn't know whether they would take me to hospital, but she had a fast shower, grabbed everything she needs for hospital and was ready before the ambulance arrived.
I knew they were coming. Aunty Carol told me. I looked right at her when she said that. I knew I would be ok, but I expected there would be needles involved.
The ambulance men were lovely and calm. (We were calm, too. The grown ups hold it together and then break down a little when us kids are gone.) One of the men talked to Mum about me. The other spoke to my sisters and then gently checked me over.
Dad got home to find the ambulance where he parks his car, so he got a big shock, too.
The ambulance officers let my sisters stand in the ambulance and, when we left, they even put the siren on for a second. The Noisy Sister was so excited. But scared.
She knows. She has grown up in hospitals with me. She worries. She's quiet and mature about it... but, she worries.
They let Mum lie on the bed, holding me, for the ride to Wollongong. When I am sick, I am happiest when I am cuddling or holding hands.
It's always been that way.
My heart rate jumped to 220 and my oxygen levels dropped to 23.
My seizure lasted for at least six minutes, but being non-verbal, they are not sure exactly how long it went for. They say I am now at risk of more seizures when I get temperatures.
Seizures have been what Mum and Dad are most afraid of. Lots of kids with cerebral palsy have them. Mum saw my eyes roll back and watched helplessly, while my seizure went on and on. Mum said it is the scariest thing she has ever seen... and, she has seen a lot!
Dad was with the girls, but she called him and he came straight to us.
The seizure happened at hospital.
I had a huge vomit... Mum was picking chunks out of my eyelashes. They cut my shirt off me, because it was covered in vomit. That's disgusting.... but a bit cool, too.
They have done an x-ray and a lumbar puncture. So far, everything seems to be coming back ok.
I got on to the kids ward at 1am and fell asleep at about 2am. At 5am, I had another slight temperature and woke again.
Hopefully, I will get some sleep today and start feeling better.