Glancing at the café menu, I couldn’t decide what to have.
‘Do you know what you want sweetheart?’ I asked Jamie, then three years old.
‘Yes Mummy,’ he replied. ‘I’ll have chicken and chips please!’
It was then I noticed other parents looking over at my son – I hadn’t even had to read out anything on the menu to him – he was acting three times his age.
‘How old’s your little boy?’ one parent leaned over and asked me.
‘He’s just turned three,’ I replied. ‘He’s a genius!’
Only, it hadn’t always been this way…
At 21 weeks pregnant, I was told my placenta had stopped functioning and my baby wouldn’t survive.
Having had a normal pregnancy up until that point, it was a complete shock when I was sent up to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital following a routine scan.
‘15% of your placenta has come away,’ the doctor