Watching them playing, life seemed so cruel All I ever wanted was to be a mummy.
So, I was delighted when I fell pregnant in early 2006.
‘You’re going to be a dad!’ I told my husband Greg, then 29.
Noah was born in October 2006, a healthy 8lb 5oz.
At first, he was a bouncing baby, met all his milestones.
But watching him playing in the garden one day, Greg’s dad, John, 71, noticed Noah, then 18 months, was running strangely, dragging his right leg.
He was referred to a paediatric consultant, but we faced a 9-month wait for an MRI scan.
By 2, Noah was tumbling over and struggling to put weight on his right leg.
And in October 2009 Noah woke up with a sickness bug, unable…
