My second child, Ashford, came into the world as a very relaxed baby. But four weeks after he was born, our world was turned upside down.
What appeared to be a cold at first eventually led to Ashford’s health declining, and by three-months-old he was having real trouble breathing.
One day his lips had turned blue and I rushed him to our GP. The emergency department diagnosed him with bronchiolitis, but my mother’s intuition told me that wasn’t right.
After three days in hospital, an X-ray showed his heart was enlarged. I was relieved they had found the problem and remained calm thinking that he would just need an operation to correct it.
Little did I know, there was no treatment or cure for his condition (dilated cardiomyopathy) and he was experiencing end stage heart failure.