Janet Smith, 70, Newport
With a gummy grin, my son Colin, 10 months, put one podgy foot in front of the other. His first steps.
It was June 1983.
Colin was my youngest.
Me and my husband Colin Sr, then 30, also had Darren, 7, Patrick, 5, and Daniel, 2.
A noisy, happy home.
Only, seeing Colin on his feet, I felt uneasy.
He had haemophilia, a rare genetic blood-clotting disorder that meant once he started bleeding, his body couldn’t stop.
Even tiny injuries left him at risk of internal bleeding.
If a bruise developed, he needed an emergency blood transfusion in hospital.
Sure enough, days after his first steps, my little adventurer toppled over.
‘Oh no,’ I cried, as a bruise formed on his bottom.
At hospital, as Colin…
