Christmas is a time to reflect. The end of the year sparks the desire to look back and feel grateful for what we have, and look towards a brighter future. Each Christmas, I feel ever thankful that my precious boy Alex is still with us – because, as hard as it is to think back to what happened in December 2016, it really is a miracle that he survived.
Our day had started off in its rather ordinary way. Alex, then two, and I had just dropped his big sisters, Alyssa, then nine, and Rachel, six, my girls from a previous relationship, off at school.
Alex’s dad, Jacob, then 26, was at work as a mechanic, and back at home, it was just the two of us. We had pet…