Putting on a Julia Johnson album, I settled my one-year-old girl into her cot.
‘There, is that better?’ I asked Betsy, singing the lyrics softly.
Music soothed her crying every time – it was like a miracle.
So, it was no wonder Betsy could sing before she could talk!
She was a bubbly, confident little girl, always entertaining the whole family and the other kids at her toddler group.
Certainly not one to sit by our side, she was always happy to go out into the world.
Even when she was poorly, she was never one to let on, not straying far from her usual self.
Only, as Betsy approached her second birthday, I noticed something happening.
Reading her and her sister Ava, then seven months, a bedtime story, I noticed Betsy’s eye twitching as I tucked her in.
I thought Something had not been quite right for a while, and things like fatigue and temperatures were put down to
