Watching my daughters, Rachael, 14, and Hannah, 10, gossip about their day at school, I can’t help but smile. But then, I spot my son Matt, 12, sitting silently in the corner, and I feel a familiar stab of sadness. I used to hear Matt’s adorable chatter every day, but now it’s just a distant memory…
The moment Matt was placed into my arms for the first time, in June 2003, my husband Andy and I fell in love with him instantly. With his bright blond hair and chubby cheeks, he was perfect.
But as we stared at our son, a quiet hush fell over the room. None of the midwives congratulated us, instead, they looked concerned. ‘Something’s wrong,’ I said to Andy, worried.
Half an hour later, a doctor…
