Meet Ruby Rose. The latest addition to our family.
My last baby....I'm done!!
She came into our lives in a flurry of excitement and fear in theatre, in an unexpected turn of events, four weeks early. Tiny, yet perfect in every way. Bruised and battered, but beautiful to me.
And that is how it has been ever since.
Six weeks of ups and downs, unexpected twists and turns to our family lives. General chaos has ensued and ruled our household with its iron fist.
I didn't think a third baby would change things that much....I was wrong! So very wrong.
Roles have changed, my children are confused, one too young to understand what has happened, only seeing her place, my lap taken up by someone else, a tiny being that has required all my attention day and night, constantly at my breast or sleeping in my arms.
Amy is upset and has turned into a child I do not recognise.
She cannot talk properly yet, so she growls...every time anyone goes near her, especially her big brother, Luke. Who has been the centre of attention since he was born.
She has always been happy to go along with this, happy to play while he soaked up the limelight.
But not any more.
Maybe it's a good thing! She has found her inner growl voice.
Tonight I saw a glimmer of my baby girl, who isn't any more. Ruby was asleep and Amy climbed onto my lap. She reached up for a cuddle. It was brief and I could have stayed in it forever if she'd have let me.
Anybody who says having three isn't much harder than two is, in my opinion wrong.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
