A week before my daughter was born, I was thinking about what she would look like.
We’d recently moved to a big house in the middle of nowhere, with lots of people, and we wanted to have a family.
My daughter is only three months old and I had been thinking about the many things she could do to help us make this dream a reality.
I had always loved animals and I wanted to spend my time around them, not being limited by time or space.
I knew my daughter would have a great time in the house.
I wanted her to feel like she was part of my family and, if she wanted to, she could go out into the garden, or she could take her own lunch from a cart.
But I also wanted her environment to be as open and welcoming as possible.
When I heard that my daughter needed an extra bedroom, I knew that I had to make an extra effort to create a family environment that she would love.
I thought about how much she would want to do things alone, how much fun she would have, and what kind of person she’d be.
I was going to do everything in my power to help her.
I researched every option available, from buying furniture in my local store to renting out my spare bedroom.
I took my daughter out to a nearby nature reserve and spent a day at a lake, a waterfall and a swimming pool.
I visited the zoo and visited a few other wildlife parks.
I tried to stay away from public places where I could not see her or where she could not feel comfortable.
I spent a few hours at a local park, and my daughter spent some time at the local children’s playground.
The only thing I had left to do was make sure that I made sure she was always in a safe environment.
I started to put together my plan for how I would make a home for my daughter, and I put it together on a Sunday.
But, the moment I had finished, I had a new worry.
I hadn’t thought about what would happen when I had no idea how long I would be away.
How would my family feel if I did not come home?
I had put everything I could into making this a family, and now I had lost it.
The following morning, I woke up and realised I was in a new situation.
I felt confused and alone.
The day was over and I felt like I was losing everything.
We had been planning this perfect family for a long time.
We had been preparing for a big event that we hoped would last until Sunday morning.
But now, we were in a situation where we were going to miss out on a great day.
The children were still in the daycare, and our eldest had been missing from school the previous day.
We were in limbo.
We decided to take a quick break from our daily routine to spend time with our family.
It was hard, but it was also worth it.
I went to the bank and bought a new pair of jeans for the weekend.
I bought a few gifts for our family to hold on to, and as I got dressed, I thought about my daughter.
She had never been in a home before, and it had been the best decision of her life.
She was the best thing to happen to me and I could do anything I wanted with her.
For a long period of time, I kept thinking about my family, what it would be like to be apart from her.
When I was pregnant with my daughter last year, I started a journey that would lead me back to the perfect family.
I finally knew I was not going to have to leave my home to raise my child.
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