Watching my son Jayden with his older siblings, I beamed with pride.
Jessica, then 11, was humming the Thomas the Tank Engine theme tune.
It was her baby brother’s favourite show.
Jayden, then one, giggled as he lay on his back, wiggling his little legs in the air.
‘He’s so cute,’ Dylan, then 15, cooed as Daniel, seven, tickled Jayden’s belly.
As a single mum, nothing made me happier than watching my kids together.
But it hadn’t been easy for us over the last year.
All my older kids had been perfectly healthy babies.
And my fourth pregnancy had gone as smoothly as possible, too.
But when Jayden was born in August 2014, things were different.
‘He’s having trouble breathing,’ the doctor said.
Jayden was whisked to a specialist unit,…
