It was a normal February evening in 2012 when my life changed forever. I had been playing with George and my other children – Holly, then three, and Isaac, two – after bathtime, like always, but suddenly George collapsed and his little body fell backwards.
I tried to pick him up but he was limp, like a dead weight. I knew then that something was wrong. In a panic I screamed at my husband Paul to call 999.
We rushed George to the Royal Glamorgan Hospital in Llantrisant where the staff fought to save him, but within two hours he was gone.
He seemed perfectly healthy and happy – there were no signs of an illness – but we later learned he had symptomless pneumonia and influenza A.