Our house is a full one, but that is just the way I like it. The noise, the chaos, the mess, but also the unconditional love. With eight wonderful children, it’s no secret that I adore being a mum – my children mean everything to me. But a few years ago, my whole life’s purpose was called into question when my husband and I were accused of the worst thing imaginable – hurting our baby.
‘Who could have hurt her? I was bewildered’
Anthony, then 27, and I had just had our daughter Zeydn in 2015, and with my four children from previous relationships, Zach, then nine, Zoey, six, Zander, five, and Zavier, four, we had our hands full.
Zeydn, nine weeks, was a much fussier baby than any of her siblings
