Sitting in A&E with my baby, I cuddled him close.
Jaundiced and crying, he looked so poorly.
It was August 2017, and George had been born only six weeks earlier.
He was our second child, after his older brother Thomas, then 3. My family was complete.
Having lost my sister at a young age, I was happy for Thomas to have a sibling.
But after we brought George home, we realised he wasn’t well.
He was swollen and constantly hungry - the doctors told us it was a milk intolerance.
When nothing improved, his dad Anthony, then 37, and I took him to A&E.
As I tried to soothe George, a doctor pulled back the curtain.
‘We think George has biliary atresia,’ he said.
The doctor told me that the bile ducts in George’s liver weren’t working well.
‘Will he be OK?’ I asked.
‘He needs more tests,’ the doctor explained.
