In May 2009 the world as I knew it was turned upside down, nothing could have prepared me for the months of heart ache and pain ahead.
My daughter Harriet was meant to be our fifth and final child, everything seemed very normal leading up to the birth of my daughter, but things quickly went very wrong after she was born.
Doctors handed me our baby girl, but after only a short few minutes, they noticed that something was not right and quickly took her from my arms. Our little girl was struggling to breathe and started to go blue, the doctors were continually suctioning mucus from her nose and mouth, but she was still in distress.
My daughter was then rushed to the children`s intensive baby unit, the consultants were puzzled and were not able to tell me exactly what was wrong with her, or how long it would take to give me any answers. The only thing they knew for sure was that Harriet was unable to suck or swallow.
I felt very numb and found it hard to take in that there was something seriously wrong, as I looked at my daughter in the incubator, I could feel the tears running down my face, there was simply nothing I could do to help her.