Holding my newborn close to my chest, I felt relieved.
I was so happy he was here – and he was so perfect.
Weighing 7lbs 11oz, Evan was born happy and healthy, on 17 April 2009.
‘Come and meet your little brother,’ I smiled at my son Taylor, then 12, who had just arrived at the hospital with my mum Mary, now 74.
From the way Taylor’s eyes lit up, I could see how happy he was to have a little brother.
They’re going to have the closest bond, I thought, as Evan grasped onto Taylor’s finger.
Taylor had cerebral palsy, but he was determined to be an amazing big brother.
Throughout my pregnancy with Evan, I couldn’t help but worry – Taylor’s cerebral palsy came as a result of being premature rather than genetic and it frightened me – Evan could be early, too.
But here he was, on time.
Only a few weeks later, Evan’s health visitor noticed something was wrong.
‘I don’t want to alarm you,
