Save all your KISSES

SO BRAVE

Rocking my little girl back and forth in my arms, my heart was bursting with love.

It was December 2016, and my daughter, Ava, was two-months-old.

‘You’re such a smiler,’ I cooed, as Ava grinned away.

Alongside my son Adam, then five, I felt like the luckiest mum in the world.

While Ava’s dad wasn’t in the picture, those first few weeks were perfect.

We were in a constant cycle of eat, sleep, cuddle, repeat.

Although it wasn’t always easy, I adored being a mum.

But as I rocked Ava to sleep that afternoon in December, I noticed something on the back of her head.

A tiny lump, smaller than a pea.

‘That’s odd,’ I thought to myself.

So, on my next visit to the doctors, I made sure to