Smiling down at my newborn son, Hayden, I was besotted.
It was February 2024, and he was the most perfect Valentine’s Day present we could have dreamed of.
‘He’s so beautiful,’ my partner Chris, then 35, beamed.
As Hayden was breastfeeding well and had passed his newborn checks, the hospital discharged us after just one night.
Back home, our eldest boys, Blayze, then 10, and Benji, seven, doted on their baby brother.
At around 11pm, I tried to feed Hayden, but he wouldn’t latch on.
Maybe he’s just sleepy, I thought, and laid him back down. At 1am, I tried again with no luck.
By morning I was worried, so Chris and I bundled Hayden into the car and drove back to Logan Hospital, Qld.
There, Hayden suddenly went limp.…