Nicola Gaskin, 33, Derby
I picked up the phone and dialled, my heart hammering out of my chest. No sooner had my husband Dean, 28, answered, than I squealed. ‘I’m pregnant!’ I shouted. ‘That’s amazing!’ he cried. We’d been together nine years, desperate to be parents.
I’d always wanted a big family. The noise, the mess... the chaos!
Within months, we’d kitted out the nursery with blankets, nappies, toys, monitor, car seat, cot... We’d decorated, too, with colourful tepee wallpaper.
My bump grew and things went as smooth as clockwork.
On 22 October 2015, right on schedule, my contractions began.
And 24 hours later, at Derby Royal Infirmary, I gave one final push and our son Winter Wolfe arrived.
‘How amazing is this?’ Dean beamed as Winter was placed on…
