Heading to the living room with a brew, I settled down on the sofa next to my daughter Victoria.
‘Oooh, I love this song,’ I said, as the familiar tinkling of Abba music filled my ears.
Back in November 2020, I was six months pregnant with my sixth child and I was feeling exhausted, so I was happy just to chill out and watch Mamma Mia with my eldest.
All my previous pregnancies had been textbook, so I was sure this would be a breeze, too.
With Victoria, now 14, Charlie, 11, William, nine, Henry, six, and Violet, three, my husband Matthew and I certainly had our hands full!
But after battling cancer when I was a teenager, I was told I’d never have children – so each and every pregnancy was a blessing.
We hadn’t planned for another baby so soon – Violet wasn’t even one – but clearly, it was meant to be. We couldn’t wait to meet our little boy.
