When Truth No Longer Matters

After two traumatic miscarriages, and the heartache that had followed, we apprehensively awaited a much longed-for sibling for our young son, and an end to the difficult and arduous pregnancy that had left me covered in bruises, itching constantly and suffering from pre-eclampsia.



Within weeks of Sean’s birth he had suffered a brain haemorrhage, and our baby, who had fought so hard to make it into the world, was struggling to stay alive. Our lives are turned upside down as, instead of welcoming our new addition, we are left accused of shaking him.



In the legal battle of a lifetime we fight to keep both our children and realise to our horror:

It could have been any child, it just happened to be ours.