As I walked through the front door, my hubby, Jon, came to greet me. I’d been out with our baby, Adair, then two months old, while Jon was home with our older girls, Henrietta, four, and Thea, two.
‘I’ve just been playing pat-a-cake with Thea and I saw a white dot in her right eye,’ he explained.
‘Let’s see,’ I said.
Holding Thea’s eye open, after 10 minutes of adjusting the blinds and lights, he finally found the tiny cloudy dot, which was at the back and to the side of her pupil.
I didn’t think
