Heading outside in the sunshine, I knew it wasn’t long before we’d hear about fairies, mermaids and unicorns.
‘Look at me!’ my daughter Apple, then three, shouted, riding her bike, taking in the beauty of the great outdoors.
Something me and my husband Uriah, now 45, and youngest Tallulah, now three, really appreciated, too.
Loving the fresh air and all things girly, Apple was a very happy toddler, outgoing and confident in fact – which in turn, made her extremely popular at nursery.
Only, after a fun-filled summer in 2021, I’d noticed some small changes at home regarding Apple’s health.
‘My tummy,’ she'd groan.
Withdrawn and going off her food, I knew that there was something wrong.
And it wasn’t just at home…
‘She was a little emotional today and she hasn’t really eaten anything,’ one of the carers said at nursery.
Maybe it’s just constipation, I thought, racking my brain.
And taking her to the GP several times, it
