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The star of this blog is my son who I’ll refer to as Little C. My older son will be Big C. Then there’s my husband (Dad) and then me. Our PDA story started 6 years ago when our youngest boy Little C was born. Little C slotted into our family perfectly. We had just moved into our new house a few months earlier and things were good. Little C was a content and easy baby (compared to how his brother had been as a baby anyway!) Things were going well until at 9 weeks old Little C became unwell. He had cried all night and at 6am I took his temperature and although he didn’t feel particularly hot, the reading said 40.2! We decided to bypass 111 and to take him straight to A&E. My mum came round to look after Big C who was 6. I remember Big C’s words as we left the house, he said ‘I don’t want him to die’ (This whole part of the story might have no significance to Little C’s later problems, but I’m telling you to give you the full background ….if you’re still reading that ...