My little girl stared vacantly at the plate of scrambled eggs in front of her.
‘Rachel, it's your favourite,’ I said, a heaped spoon mid-air.
It was December 2021, Rachel was 18 months old.
A single mum to her, Rhiannon, then 14, and Robin, 11, I was worried about Rachel's development.
She'd met all the usual milestones, sitting up, chatting away, singing along to nursery rhymes.
Then, all of a sudden, she'd regressed.
I noticed she was wobbly on her feet too.
At night, she twitched and jolted in her sleep like she was being electrocuted.
The doctor put it down to childhood tics.
Meanwhile, Rachel was put on a lengthy waiting list to see a neurologist.
By June 2022, her second birthday came and went.
Still no answers.
That…