Cradling my newborn baby girl, I rocked her from side to side.
‘Five days old today,’ I smiled.
It was April 2016, and my partner of six years, Luke, 30, and I had just welcomed Layla into the world.
Whilst I was enjoying being in a baby bubble, I was also worried about my son Kye, then eight.
Kye was usually a bubbly, happy boy who loved watching SpongeBob SquarePants and Star Wars on repeat.
We were so close and he was excited to be a big brother.
Only, straight after Layla had been born, Kye fell ill.
‘I think he’s got a tummy bug,’ I said to my mum Veronica, 53.
‘I’m concerned that it could be meningitis,’ she replied.
‘No, it can’t be!’ I said, considering his symptoms.…