As a mum of four girls, there was one rule I always stuck to.
Whatever one has, the others must have, too!
And it wasn’t just Barbies and sweets that they shared.
It was sniffles, too.
And in December 2013, my two youngest – Lilly-Grace, 4, and Summer-Rose, 3 – both had colds and high temperatures.
With just 17 months between them and matching long blonde hair, they were often mistaken for twins.
After three days, Summer was on the mend.
‘But Lilly’s getting worse,’ I worried to my hubby Ben, 27.
I took her to the GP, while Ben stayed at home with Summer and our older girls Lauren, 12, and Leilah, 10.
Arriving, the nurse took one look at Lilly and said, ‘We’ll ring for an ambulance.’
What?…
