Watching as my little girl ran around the garden of her grandparent's house, I frowned.
As Emily ran, she would fling her left leg out like she was in a lot of pain.
She hasn’t complained, I thought. I haven’t seen her fall.
‘She must have fallen over,’ my ex-partner’s mum Joan, now 85, suggested when she saw.
‘But I’ve been watching her all day,’ I replied. ‘And I haven’t seen her hurt herself.’
‘Well, she must have done something,’ Joan concluded.
In August 2005, I decided to book Emily, then 18 months, a doctor’s
