‘I loved seeing their brotherly bond forming’ As my younger son Dominic, then three, scrambled on to my lap, weeping anxiously, I tried my best to calm him down. It was March 2016 and Dominic hated the regular hospital check-ups he had to attend and always tried to hide from the doctors. But as his cries got louder, his brother Zach, eight, who was sitting next to me, looked at the doctor. ‘Will you check my blood pressure first please?’ he asked, holding out his arm.
Dominic watched, intrigued, as the doctor fitted the band around Zach’s arm, and when the machine stopped bleeping, Zach smiled reassuringly at Dominic. ‘See, there’s nothing to be frightened about,’ he said. ‘Your turn now.’ Smiling back at Zach, Dominic held out his arm…
