Walking into my son Harry’s bedroom to wake him from his nap, I knew immediately something was wrong – the room was too quiet. I stood over his cot, he was lying face down and motionless, and when I turned him over and saw his face and lips were blue, panic gripped me.
An hour later, I sat by his bedside in A&E trying to process the fact that my beautiful boy, who was just 21 months old, was dead. I couldn’t even cry, I was in such deep shock. Despite
