I always knew something was wrong because he kept being sick every morning. It was always at a certain time, the moment he opened his eyes he would be sick. We got into a routine of him going to bed with a bucket. He wasn’t eating as if he ate too much he’d be sick. I kept taking him to the doctors and at one point they thought it was vertigo but apparently children can’t get vertigo. Then they thought it was separation anxiety because Jack never really wanted to go to school. Once Jack was at school, after about 20 minutes, he was fine, and I never had to pick him up early so I knew it wasn’t that.
I always knew something was wrong.