To the father of my children…

heartSeven and a half years ago our cosy world of coupledom changed. With a sudden rush to hospital and the shock of labour starting nine weeks early, our journey to parenthood had its first real test. I thought I was ready to embrace being a mum; I thought I knew what love was; I thought I knew what commitment meant; I thought I knew who we were, as individuals and as a couple. I had it all planned out. I’d read all the books, secured a nursery place, bought, begged and borrowed all of the oh-so-essential baby equipment. I’d even played a CD to our dog, which had nothing but sounds of babies crying and gurgling so that our lively Spaniel would accept our baby when he arrived. Oh how perfect everything was going to be. Continue reading