Loving MARSHALL

Flinging my hands up in the air, the wind rushed in my face.

‘Phew!’ I sighed as the rollercoaster finally came to a stop.

‘Let’s go again Mum,’ Tyler, then seven, screamed.

‘Again Mum!’ Marshall, then four, added.

It felt so lovely to be able to spend time together as a family, but then I was hit by an overwhelming sadness.

Things wouldn’t always be like this.

Marshall had been diagnosed with a life-changing illness at just six months old.

Weighing a healthy 7lb 13oz, Marshall was born on 18 December 2007.

Bottles, nappy changing, and sleepless nights became my daily routine again.

But in June 2008, I noticed his breathing was a little wheezy, almost as if he had a chest infection.

Taking him straight to the Princess of Wales Hospital, in Bridgend, he