Kim Davis, 32, Liverpool
A s I switched on the fairy lights and the tree sprung to life, I had a thought.
‘Next year we'll be doing this with a little one!’ I said to my husband Scott, then 31.
It was December 2019 and we'd just learned that we were expecting.
Happy Christmases stretched ahead of us.
Nativity plays, visits to Santa, Christmas wake-ups with cries of, ‘He's been!’
After the festive season, spring arrived and my bump grew.
And at my 20-week scan we found out we were
