Mummy's Little Hero

Laura's brave lad saved her life

- Jade Belfast

Good girl,’ I cooed, easing Evie’s chubby legs into a pink sleep suit.

My wee princess was just 10 weeks old and we’d got settled into a cosy bedtime routine.

She’d just finished bath time with her big brother Leo, 3, and now it was PJ time.

Evie’s dad Mark, 20, usually came round for his dinner every night and helped with bath time.

But this night he was off playing bowls with some of his friends, so I was looking after the kids single-handed.

Pyjamas on, we settled in front of the telly.

Peppa Pig was on – Leo’s favourite.

I looked down at Evie, lying across my knee, and snapped a quick photo of her to send to my sister.

Then I got up and carried my baby girl over to her Moses basket.

She wasn’t due to go down for a while yet and was ready for a feed, so I’ve no idea why I did this.

Looking back, all I can think is that some deep mother’s instinct kicked in.

Because, as I walked back to the sofa, I got pins and needles all over.

‘What’s wrong, Mummy?’ asked Leo as I slumped into the sofa.

I realised that I was losing feeling in my right side.

My head was lolling – I couldn’t hold it up properly. I couldn’t speak either.

Next, I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness.

It was like I was having an out-of-body experience.