Watching as my boys pushed their little brother, Theo, along in the pram, I could tell that they both loved helping out.
‘He’s asleep, Mum!’ my eldest, Noah, nine, shouted over to me.
‘Well done,’ I smiled.
It was March 2018, and me and my husband, Joe, 37, had just welcomed our third baby boy into the family.
Both Noah and Toby, seven, were thrilled about being older brothers and despite arriving three weeks early, Theo seemed to be doing well.
He had a little bit of jaundice, but nothing for us to worry about.
As the months went on, the boys remained just as smitten with their baby brother.
‘He should start to recognise you when he sees you soon,’ I told Noah one afternoon.
But so far, Theo…