Waving goodbye to my fiancé Nick, now 41, I stepped outside and shut the door.
It was Christmas Day 2009 and I was going for a stroll before we set off on a drive from our home in Sydney to Newcastle, Australia.
We were going for Christmas lunch at my uncle’s house.
I was 32 weeks pregnant at the time and I thought a quick walk would prevent my legs from seizing up on the journey.
Nick was putting up a trampoline that our daughter Ashlee, then two, got from Santa.
It was a beautiful Australian Christmas morning and I felt full of excitement for the year to come.
You’ll be with us for the next one, I thought to myself, rubbing my kicking bump.
Nick and I couldn’t wait to grow our family – we’d always wanted a house full of kids.
With just a month until the due date of my baby girl,
