CHANGED FOREVER
Peeling open my eyes, I could hear rustling from downstairs.
My then 11-weekold son Mannix had kept me awake all night, so my husband Vinny, now 42, let me sleep in that morning.
Usually, I’d be up and helping with the routine of getting our daughter Estlin, three, ready for nursery.
Lying in bed a little longer, in March 2017, I soon took Mannix downstairs.
‘Are you tired today?’ I cooed, making some coffee.
After Vinny had taken Estlin to nursery, I planned for a relaxing day with Mannix.
With a toddler and newborn, it was a rare occurrence.
Not only would Mannix keep us up at night, but Estlin kept us on our toes.
Just weeks away from her fourth birthday, she was already such a confident and independent little girl.
Refusing to
