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Cradling my newborn baby in my arms, I kissed her forehead.
Me and my husband Narcis, 33, had only been trying for a baby for about two months when we found out we were pregnant.
I had a very normal pregnancy and every check-up showed nothing unusual.
On 22 May 2016, I gave birth to my first child Emma, weighing 7lb 4oz.
It was love at first sight.
The next few days were full of the usual baby antics – feeding, nappies, and sleepless nights.
However, when Emma was four days old, I started to notice a rash all over her body.
What’s that? I wondered.
‘Narcis, take a look at this,’ I called from the living room.
‘It looks like chicken pox,’ he said, frowning.
‘I want to get it checked out,’ I responded, quickly.
Grabbing our things and jumping into the car, we made our way to A&E.
Once we were seen by a doctor,