When Dana Conway, 24, reached crisis point, she never expected her little boy to become her hero...
Rushing downstairs, I knew we were strapped for time.
In a hurry, I dressed my son Logan, then five, in his school uniform and started preparing his breakfast.
It was 22 May last year and Monday mornings were always a nightmare for us.
With my partner Sean, 28, already at work –having left the house at 7.30am –I had to get us both organised.
‘Make sure you put jam on my crumpets Mummy,’ Logan said.
Luckily, Logan was easy to please. Acouple of crumpets with a slathering of fruity strawberry jam did the trick.
Only, as I waited for his crumpets to finish toasting while Logan watched Kids YouTube on the TV, an acidic taste filled my mouth. Alarm bells started ringing. An acidic taste in my mouth was a symptom of my epileptic seizures. Having experienced arandom seizure in March 2023, Iwas quickly diagnosed with epilepsy.
I wasn’t feeling great that day
But ever since, I’d been taking oral tablets to control them. Luckily, I’d only had one other in April.
Calling my mum Sam, 55, Iknew it was better to tell someone about it.
‘Mum, I’m not feeling too great,’
I said. ‘The acidic taste has come back and I’m a bit worried. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk Logan to school.’
‘It’s fine Dana, don’t worry,’ Mum said. ‘Stay still and I’ll come round and take him to school instead.’
So Ihung up and quickly finished preparing Logan’s breakfast that morning.
Slathering on the strawberry jam, I walked into the living room and sat beside him on the sofa, handing him his plate.
‘Mummy, are you OK?’ he said. ‘I just feel a little unwell, don’t worry Loges,’ I smiled.
So, he tucked into his crumpets. But for me, that was the last thing I remembered.
Blinking, I assumed only afew minutes had passed.
Wincing, the acidic taste had filled my mouth and I slowly realised why –blood.
My tongue ached and as I looked around groggily, I realised Iwas lying down.
Then I noticed that Logan was sat beside me.
As Icame round, Isaw that Logan was on the phone.
‘Who are you speaking to?’ I mumbled to him.
It wasn’t Logan that replied. ‘Is that Mummy I can hear?’ a voice came from the phone. And that’s when it clicked. From the acidic taste to the blood in my mouth and aching tongue – they were all signs I’d had a seizure. Only, Logan had called 999. As I laid there in shock, Logan looked at me earnestly.
‘Mummy, it’s OK,’ he said. ‘Help is coming.’
How has he done this? I thought. I just couldn’t believe how brave and calm Logan was.
