I’ve always find it hard to relate when a fellow mother confesses if they could ever love another child as much as they love their firstborn. I can understand the intricacies of such emotions but I’ve never once doubt that I would feel any lesser for my second child, believing that our heart is capable of a lot more love than we can ever imagine.
That having said, I remember feeling sappy towards the end of my pregnancy. For three years, this was what had been. A little boy and his Daddy and Mommy. I hope I remember these days, this family of three. Not to mourn its loss but to treasure what it was.
I attribute it to all the walking in those wedge heels. Taken on the evening of 30 July, this simple shoot was done in about an hour. The next morning I woke up to my first “show” that kickstarted labour and 24 hours or less later, we welcomed our daughter into the world and begun a new chapter in our lives as a family of four.