Rebecca Wanosik, 37.
Cradling my newborn girl, Zeydn, it was heaven to be back in the baby bubble. Already a mum to Zach, eight, Zoey, six, Zander, five, and Zavier, three, I’d been here many times before.
I loved babies so much I was studying to become a midwife, while my husband, Anthony, 26, who was Zeydn’s father and stepdad to my eldest four, worked in the Army.
But now, in December 2014, as I moved my threeweek-old daughter to my shoulder to burp her, I felt something strange.
It sounded like her ribs were popping.
Something’s not right, I stressed.
I took Zeydn to the paediatrician, who claimed nothing was wrong.
Over the weeks, the popping noise, while not consistent, continued.
One day, Zeydn came with me to put…
