MY MIRACLE EBAY BABY

Tucking my son Frankie, then three, into bed, I kissed the top of his head and felt a rush of love as he hugged me. ‘I love you, Mummy,’ he said.

Motherhood really was magical. Since Frankie had come along in September 2016, I’d raised him on my own after things hadn’t worked with his dad.

I wasn’t interested in another relationship and loved being on my own. No one to bicker with over dirty dishes, or meddling mum-in-laws making life difficult.

‘Here’s to being single,’ my friend Jen, then 28, and I had toasted.

But now, in November 2019, I’d started thinking how lovely it would be for Frankie to have a sister or brother.

When I discussed it with friends, they said they