Placing wooden blocks in a pile, my little boy Dylan had a determined look on his face.
‘Well done,’ I beamed.
It was 2014, and Dylan, then two, loved Mummy time.
I had my hands full with him, his brother Jake, then four, and six-week old Elliot.
Just then, Dylan’s head jolted forward and a spurt of vomit came out.
‘There there,’ I soothed, wiping his chin.
It had been the same routine every morning for about a week – Dylan would be happily playing, then start vomiting.
I was confused, as he showed no other symptoms, didn’t seem ill at all.
Worried, I took him to the GP.
‘Probably a virus,’ I was told.
But I wasn’t convinced.
The next day, after Dylan threw up again, I got the…