January 2018

Running to the loo, I felt yet another wave of nausea surge through me. ‘Not again,’ I said. Joshua walked into the bathroom grinning.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ he laughed.

We looked at each other and knew straightaway, I was pregnant! We hadn’t planned it so soon after the wedding, but I knew that I wanted to have a family with Joshua.

I visited my doctor, made sure I’d be safe to carry a baby with all my burn scarring.

Watching my bump grow over the following few months, I felt so happy.

My lack of confidence about my appearance meant I never thought I’d meet somebody. Let alone have a baby. At the 16-week scan, we arranged for the nurse to tell my grandmother the sex of the baby.

Then, back at home, we threw a gender-reveal party.

Popping a pinata, a shower of blue confetti burst out.

We were having a boy!