We were awake when you crept into our bedroom; Lysander first, all wide eyes and a neck like a giraffe, swiftly followed by Balthazar when his brother whisper-yelled that the baby was here.  Your faces were filled with awe, you touched her gently, so feather-light that she didn’t stir.  Your sisters were beginning to wake, and I stumbled into their bedroom and lifted them, gingerly, from their cots.  I wanted us all to be together, to share in this moment. And that is how you met Vita: tentatively, curiously, eagerly.  With awe and with love in your hearts.

Oh, my beautiful boys. There is so much about you that I love at this age. I have been saying for months that if I could freeze you in time now and keep you this way forever, I would give it serious consideration. You are capable and independent, conversant and witty, sweet little people with hearts so enormous that it is a wonder that they fit into your little chests. You make us laugh so much. You are all new thoughts and big ideas, spontaneous kisses and hugs that are just that fraction too tight.  Parenting you at three has taught me to be patient, to be silly, to tell dreadful bedtime stories that have become one of your most valuable currencies. This year has been the best yet. You began it as toddlers, all golden locks and baby faces, and have finished it as pre-schoolers, brimming with confidence and… View Post

It was just the other day – and yet… We took a final walk with you. We didn’t go far, just to the woods at the end of our road; you raced up ahead, laughing, looking for cats, for discarded pumpkins and remnants of halloween. The boys were the fastest, of course, but Olympia kept up nicely and little Embla toddled along as best she could, arms in the air, until tiring and succumbing to hand-holds and a ‘cuddle’ to catch up with the rest. You all held hands without complaint to cross the road. Balthazar asked to hold Olympia’s, and they walked along so sweetly. Lysander chatted up at me, his blue-blue eyes sparkling in the golden late-afternoon sunlight. And we marvelled at the four of you and how you fit together like pieces of the same puzzle, and I could only half believe that it was probably the… View Post

Introducing Vita Marina Calliope, who flew into the world like a little bird in the early morning of 7th November. She is astonishing, and we are all well.  I can’t wait to share her (long) birth story with you in due course, but for now, we are prioritising sleep and spending time with the many, many children.  There are more photos and updates on our instagram if you’d like to follow along.

Overdue limbo is a funny place to be. When my twin daughters went overdue I felt as though I was losing my mind, as though my body had failed me; every day I woke up close to tears because nothing had happened and I wanted to give the girls the time they needed in order to be ready to be born but I was also so afraid – that I was making the wrong decision, that their placentas would fail, that they would be harmed and it would be my fault. I was afraid, with the size of them and me, that I would rupture and bleed out on the carpet. I was afraid to leave behind my workplace, when I had been employed there for a mere six months and everything still felt so new. I wanted so badly for the girls to arrive and the stress to end.… View Post