Most, if not all, of us find being a new parent challenging. The late night feeds and inconsolable crying are demanding at best. I've always considered parenting to be like changing an aeroplane's engine whilst it's in flight. There is an expectation to provide constant service without any time to pause. 'It's a phase, it will soon pass' is often the reassurance we need to get through one more night until the next teething spell. But what happens when it isn't a phase? When you know it won't just pass? And you don't know whether your baby will survive?