Mummy's boy

Donna Mitchell, 46, from Inverness, is losing more and more of her little boy each day…

- LAEA MARSHALL AND LUCYBRYANT

Kicking his legs in his highchair, my little boy was all smiles.

As I tried to spoon food into his mouth, more of it was spilling onto his bib than anything else.

‘Mummy,’ he squealed, grinning proudly and reaching to me with his chubby arms.

‘Yes, that’s right!’ I smiled, kissing his head.

‘I’m your mummy!’ It was May 2014, and at 10 months old, Reece was just learning to speak, and it made me so proud to know that ‘Mummy’ was his first word.

When Reece was born in July 2013 at Raigmore Hospital, weighing 6lb 3oz, he’d been perfectly healthy.

Bringing him home, he was such a happy baby.

I was a single mum, but my daughters Courtney, then 20 and Alexandra, 10, were on hand to help out.

Not that I needed much help – Reece was an angel.

Now he was babbling away, and it seemed he was learning a new word every day.

He’d learnt to say ‘Courtney’, ‘Alex’ and other words like ‘milk’, and ‘bye’.

But by January 2015, at 18 months old, it suddenly seemed as if Reece had stopped picking up new words.

He would repeat the ones he knew, but seemed stuck.

‘Chair,’ I said, pointing and trying to teach him something new.But Reece just stared at me blankly.

And over the next few months, his behaviour started to change, too.

Reece would get upset over little things and throw tantrums – something he’d never done before.

Still, I put it down to just another phase of growing up and tried not to worry.

At three years old, Reece started nursery.

He loved it there, was making friends, and all my worries disappeared.