When the sonographer announced we were expecting a boy, our daughter’s face fell. Alba ran to her pram, climbed in, put down the hood and burst into tears… her heart was set on a sister.
Of course, as the pregnancy continued, Alba, now five, slowly got use to the idea and helped me pick out blue vests and babygros.
Then, in March 2019, when I was only 37 weeks pregnant, my waters broke early in the morning at our home in Putney, London. I called my friend, Aimee, 35, to ask her to look after Alba – but even that was too late.
Because just 11 minutes later, my husband, Jordi, now 38, delivered our son while a 999 operator talked him through it on the phone. Everything happened so…
