Staring at an empty crib, my heart sank. It was December 2011, but instead of being at home with me and my husband Matthew, our baby boy Conner was in the hospital.
Seven months earlier, on 1 May, Conner was born at Royal Stoke Hospital, weighing 7lb 11oz.
With auburn hair and big beautiful eyes, my baby boy was perfect.
‘He looks just like you,’ Matthew, now 38, smiled.
After routine tests, we were allowed to take him home, where he settled right away.
‘He’s such a good baby,’ I smiled.
A few days later, when a health visitor came over, she noticed that Conner had lost a little weight.
I continued to breastfeed, but two weeks later, he’d lost more weight.
Worried, I took him to the GP.
‘Conner’s…
