Bobbing my little boy up and down in the water, I laughed as he broke into a fit of giggles.
‘You love swimming, don’t you?’ I chuckled to him.
At five months old, Fraser was a natural.
Feeding the ducks at the pond was another of his favourite things – when he was near water, he was happy.
He was mine and my husband Andy’s first baby and he couldn’t have made it easier.
Only, when he was just seven months old, everything changed. Fraser caught a severe case of chicken pox – the kind that doctors told us they had never seen before.
He was covered all over in infected spots and he was crying all the time.
‘Surely he should have recovered by now?’ I said to Andy, 35, three weeks later.
We tried different eczema creams recommended by the doctor, but nothing worked.
Fraser’s tummy became bloated and he wasn’t
