It was one of those days where everything felt perfect. As we walked, my footsteps fell to the beat of Wendy Cope’s The Orange. The lines echoed in my head. I love you. I’m glad I exist.
We are so happy. We are so in love with each other, with these children. With my small grey shadow, who sleeps tucked into the crook of my knees and wakes me with kisses in the morning. This last bit of maternity leave, my final two weeks, are so precious. We are determined to make the most of them.
I am very fortunate to have a partner who is not only willing but eager to stay home when I return to work at the beginning of February. We knew going in to IVF that childcare costs meant that if we had multiples, there would be simply no point in Kirsty continuing to work and whilst we have had to cut back a bit – no more morning Starbucks for Amber! – it’s well worth the sacrifice to know that I won’t be leaving my baby with strangers but with their mother. That first morning is certainly going to sting, but imagining the fun that they are having at home will numb the ache a little.
And we’re going to have plenty of weekends like this one still, with long glorious walks through the setting sun.