Tinsel festooned the walls of my office, where I worked as a manager for a children’s charity.
As a busy mum of three, Christmas was always a juggle, but I was quietly confident I had everything ticked off my list this year.
With just over a week to go, the presents were bought and wrapped, and my big Christmas food order, including all the fizz, was arriving today.
Our youngest, Finley, two, would be able to join in the excitement with his sisters, Molly-May, seven, and Lily, five, this year.
I’d always wanted a big family – having four brothers myself, I was used to a Christmas bursting with laughter and love. When I’d met my husband, Jordan, 28, he wasn’t sure he wanted kids – but as soon as…
