Before we saw the GP, I suspected what was wrong Millie had been having a fit and Elmo had sensed it! Tucking in my youngest – Millie, 4 – I perched on her bed and watched her little eyes close. ‘Night, Mum, I love you,’ she said, drowsily.
‘I love you, too, sweetheart,’ I told her.
Then suddenly, Millie sat bolt upright and smacked her lips together, looking dazed.
It was all over in seconds and, before long, she was sleeping peacefully again.
I didn’t really think much of it.
Before long, though, something else strange happened.
Me and my husband Stuart, 45, had taken Millie and our older children – Myles, 15, and Ellis, 12 – on a family camping trip when Millie had an accident in the…
