After finishing another episode of Paw Patrol, it was time for a story.
‘We’re going on a bear hunt,’ I said to my son Zach, then two, responding with a smile.
It was one of his favourite books, followed by The Hungry Caterpillar, The Snail and The Whale and Supertato, too.
Always with a grin on his face, Zach loved being read to.
Following me and my husband Ed, now 39, and his big sister Amelia, now 13, around the house, he’d always want a piece of the action.
And being a typical, boisterous boy, our local soft play centre was a favourite, too.
Only at the beginning of October 2015, Zach had managed to bump his head.
And after a few days, the injury had come out in quite a significant bruise – something that we had all expected after his initial knock.
Yet by the time that Halloween came
