My youngest son is now 5. When he was born he was swapped by a careless midwife with another baby. Thankfully I noticed, when they brought the other baby to me that he was not mine and got my own son back. But he had been gone for 3 hours and had been breat fed by the other mother. I can remember it all in such detail, almost second by second and that absolute disbelief that it could have happened. I discharged myself that same day (had a caesarian so it was against doctors advice) - the consultant tried to persuade me to stay and suggested I have a cup of tea to see if I felt better afterwards!!!

Kindly the other mother agreed to have blood tests to reassure me that she did not not have a disease that could be transmitted via breast milk. One of the hardest things is that no-one has ever wanted to talk to me about it. The midwife who viisted me at home asked how I was feeling and I said if I thought about it I felt very sad and would cry - she responded "Let's not talk about it them".

It has taken me a long time to trust anyone with him and I am still anxious when not with him. I also feel guilty that I let him down, that I should not have let him out of my sight. I also worry what he may think about me if he finds out in the future.

I still find it quite unreal really.