My little girl, Georgi, 22-months, had been ill for weeks.
She’d cold- and flu-like symptoms, didn’t engage with me, my husband, Stuart, or her big sister, Taylor-Rose. And she was tired and lethargic.
But every time I went to the doctor’s, I got the same response.
‘It’s a virus,’ they’d say.
By February last year, she wasn’t sleeping well and looked grey. ‘Has she always been this colour?’ the GP asked, referring Georgi for blood tests.
We called for an appointment, but they gave us one weeks away...
The following day, Georgi was at nursery when I got a call.
‘She’s fitting,’ the teacher said. They’d called her an ambulance.
Panic-stricken, I raced to Hull Royal Infirmary, calling Stuart, my sister-in-law Michelle, 38, and mother-in-law Marion, 60, on the way.…
