After years of heartbreak, a rare cancer diagnosis, and a fertility system that kept shutting the door, I found healing in the most unexpected way—through grit, community, and a travel business that helped fund the miracle I now hold in my arms. This is the story of Hunter, hope, and the light that followed the storm.

Seven weeks in and we’re craving a change of scenery—because between baby coos, endless laundry, and dreams of sun-soaked naps, it’s clear we need a break that comes with less admin and more adventure.

Week six brought real smiles, rogue traffic, and a moss-covered family heirloom that refuses to die. Between birthday parties, godparent moments, and nine glorious hours of sleep, life with Hunter is messy, magical, and full of stories worth telling.

Week five brought granddad cuddles, curry regrets, and Hunter’s first passport—because we’re officially in our “fk it, book it” era. Between birthday parties, pub detours, and baby meltdowns, it’s been chaotic, hilarious, and full of moments I’ll never forget

From birthday cake crumbs to christening plans and chaotic dog walks, week four with Hunter has been full of love, laughter, and the kind of everyday magic that makes motherhood feel like its own kind of adventure.

Week three and Hunter’s officially registered—he’s a real boy, complete with a name, a personality, and a growing fan club. Between christening plans, swimming sign-ups, and sleepy morning cuddles, life’s feeling full, messy, and beautifully ours.

Week two with Hunter has been a tangle of cuddles, chaos, and quiet miracles. After everything it took to get here, watching him thrive feels like the sweetest kind of magic.

He arrived like a whirlwind, 3 weeks early but pure perfection

This is more than just a blog—it’s the beginning of a dream realised.