Leanne got what she wished for…
Doing star jumps in the hospital toilet, I felt mad. I was 21 weeks pregnant and trying to find out the sex of my baby. But during the scan, it wouldn’t stop wriggling around! The nurse told me to try gently jumping up and down, so it’d move into a position where we could see.
‘Here’s hoping,’ I laughed to myself in the toilet.
It worked, though. ‘You’re having a girl,’ the midwife smiled.
Over the moon, I was desperate for a girl.
My partner James, 38, and I already had a son, Tyler, 9.
But I wanted a little girl, so I could brush her hair, and buy princess dresses.
On 20 December last year, baby Jessica was born, a healthy 6lb 13oz.
And with a full head of jetblack hair!
James is bald now, but had a mane of black hair
when he was younger, too!
Still woozy from the labour, I thought I was seeing things.
James and I were stunned into silence.
It’ll fall out, I thought. How wrong I was! Jessica’s hair grew and grew. Before long I had to start using a hairdryer on it!
It was so thick it had to be brushed every hour.
But she wriggled so much, it got tatty!
James loved helping, too. Every time he went to the shops, he came back with more accessories.
Bobbles, pretty clips, hair bands…
Jessica had more accessories than me, and such style.
Except when her dad gave her eight bunches!
And when she comes out of the bath, she looks like a mini Wolverine! People stop me in the street, too, marvelling at her hair.
I can’t even do my weekly shop in peace…
At 6 months old, she’s the mane attraction!