Plonking one wobbly foot in front of the other, my son Isaac, then 11 months, bounced from sofa to sofa before walking towards me unaided, a big grin on his face. ‘Well done!’ I cheered, half proud, half disbelieving that my baby boy was growing up so fast.
‘HE BEGAN CONVULSING – IT WAS TERRIFYING’
It felt like just yesterday when my husband Adrian, then 41, and I had brought Isaac home. Now he was walking, and babbling away, too.
Before too long, he’d be off to school with his big sister Eva, four. I cherished his milestone moments,
