You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of cries. You yawn, stretching out your limbs as you walk over to the cot where your baby girl, Lila, was crying.

You pick her up, gently rocking her in your arms. A strong arm wraps around your waist as you cradle the baby. It was your husband, Marcus.

“Is she okay, love?” He asks, looking down at your daughter.