‘Where’s my baby?’
Hannah Bissett, 42, Thirsk
Waddling into the freshly painted nursery, I admired my hubby Stephen’s handiwork on the newly constructed cot. ‘Perfect,’ I smiled.
Piles of sleepsuits were waiting for our arrival. We had a pram, a car seat. ‘We can start planning Christmas now,’ I grinned.
It was late September 2009 and our first baby was due any day.
My pregnancy had been relaxed, allowing me and Stephen, then 30, to get carried away in excitement.
And I couldn’t wait for our first festive season as a family, decorating the house and putting up a
