Then, only minutes later, Luke doubled over on the living room sofa while clutching his stomach, and the terrifying reality slowly began to reveal itself.
“Mommy,” my precious little boy whispered as all the color drained from his face and a cold sweat covered his skin, “my tummy hurts so much.”
PART 3
At first, I truly believed it was nothing more than emotional shock.
Luke had just experienced a heartbreaking hum!liation that no four-year-old should ever have to endure.
I convinced myself the tears, the em.bar.rass.ment, and the overwhelming fear had simply upset his stomach.
Then he suddenly threw up across the floor.
Brandon and I stood frozen as we stared at the mixture of blackberry cobbler, syrup, and cream. It was the exact bite I had personally let him taste moments before he carried the serving plate to Madeline.
Luke bent forward again in unbearable pain. His tiny lips slowly turned a frigh.ten.ing shade of purple, while his little hands felt ice-cold even though sweat soaked the back of his shirt.
“We have to get him to the hospital right now!” I shouted in panic. “Brandon, please pick him up and drive!”
Without saying a single word, my husband swept our son into his arms. We rushed out through the back door while our relatives continued shouting at one another in the front yard.
