ALL FOR MOLLY
Hauling boxes in from my jampacked car, I nudged my front door open.
Laying the labelled boxes on the ground, I took a breather, rubbing my growing belly, before going to the car again for round two.
Moving house in 2016 whilst heavily pregnant was a hard task.
Especially with my daughter Lizzie, then four, to look after, too.
However, I was excited for the family me and my husband Ian, 36, were creating.
Over the next few weeks, we spent a majority of our time organising our things.
Getting the nursery ready for our newest arrival.
Only, coming in and out of the house often, I noticed a neighbour’s door was left ajar.
