Gulping down a sippy cup full of water, my 17-month-old daughter Rosey looked up at me.
‘More, Mummy,’ she asked.
‘Someone’s thirsty today,’ I said to my husband Nick, 48.
Born on 24 July 2005 at Dorset County Hospital, Rosey had been just 8lb 12oz, but was perfectly healthy.
Nick and I were overjoyed, and her sister Milly, then two, adored her.
Now, in December 2006, Rosey seemed poorly.
She’d shown the signs of a virus - runny nose and a fever.
But she had also been losing weight, and now, she couldn’t stop drinking water.
Then, one morning, things took a turn for the worse.
‘Time to wake up Rosey,’ I whispered, shaking her gently in her cot.
But she wasn’t responding - she was laying perfectly still and…