Did I ever tell you about when we found out BB was coming?
August had been cruel, the memory of a miscarriage formed roots in our home, my womb ached with emptiness. They told us to wait, I didn’t want to. He who helped create them worried, could we face the loss of a baby again, were we strong enough, would another pregnancy unite or destroy us?
Most people won’t have noticed, many probably won’t care. But I care, you cut me like a knife and the wound is still open. You left me… What did I …
Sometimes I can be a real arse of a mother, I shout too much, I often expect too much and sometimes the whole enormity of being mother to three small people threatens to overwhelm me.
My oldest daughter is a bouncing ball full of bubbling energy who flies through life experiencing a rainbow of emotions. She finds it impossible to tell a lie, her face becomes a roadmap of fibs which all end in the final destination of giggles, and she says some flipping marvellous things without ever looking to disguise the truth.
It’s amazing to realise that something that was horrific the first time can become normal by the third.
We are at the half way point; BB has lived for six weeks in spica. She has coped incredibly and has challeng