My baby’s tiny hand gripped my finger as I sang Three Little Birds to him through tears. His beautiful dark eyes stared up at me, filling me with love. The Bob Marley song had been playing when Brandon was born, and I often found myself singing it to him as I spent hours at his bedside in hospital.
I hadn’t had an easy pregnancy with Brandon. It had taken me and my husband, Kevin, 37, four years to decide to try for another baby following the birth of our daughter, Elisia. I’d suffered birth trauma, PTSD and PND after her arrival in 2013.
So, I was nervous but excited when I fell pregnant again in 2018. I’d had epilepsy as
