Always there
Jenny Ford, 56, St Albans
Nestled safely in my arms, my perfect little baby stared back at me. A new mum, I was overwhelmed with love for this tiny human.
As I looked into her big brown eyes, I saw her future – her first steps, first words, first day of school, and even her wedding day.
Little did I know, in just a few months, that future would be ripped away, my heart broken.
In October 1991, my husband Greg and I had welcomed Catriona at St Alban’s Hospital.
Over time, Catriona grew into a happy baby.
She was always smiling and giggling, bringing so much joy into our lives.
Greg was a doting dad, always on hand to sing her favourite song – Old MacDonald Had a Farm .
The following May, at seven months old,
