Wiping my little boy’s nose, I smiled. ‘Shall we go to the shops for a bit?’ I asked.
It was October 2017, and Hero, one, had the sniffles. It seemed ever since he was born, he’d had a runny nose. Keen to get him out the house for a while, I strapped him into his car seat next to his brother Zack, then two.
My husband Matt, 40, stayed at home with our other kids, Madison, then 12, Lola, 10, and Savannah, nine. Climbing into the car, I checked my rear-view mirror.
And I was in for a shock. Hero’s head was tilted back, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes had rolled back. ‘Hero!’ I cried, jumping out and running over.
I grabbed him out of his car…