DS, our youngest and our only boy, is 4 today.
I can’t believe it’s 4 years since I last held a newborn, it’s gone so so fast. I’ve spent the last week quietly looking at the many photos I have that chronicle his life so far and feeling just a little sad that I’m now finished with babies and toddlers.
I found out he was ‘probably’ a boy at a private 12 week scan and was initially upset. I had a vision of 4 daughters in my head; I knew nothing about boys, what would I do with a boy? I’m glad I found out as I had plenty of time to prepare myself. By the time he arrived I was no longer upset, just mildly curious about how different a boy would be.
DS was due on New Year’s Day and I was desperate not to go overdue. Childcare arrangements for a birth can become very complicated and if DH was going to be at the birth I needed the baby to arrive before the kids went back to school on the 7th January. Because there was the possibility that DH might not make it, we had also hired a doula, who would be attending the birth regardless.
So when I saw my consultant at my 40 week check, I begged for an induction ASAP. I cited DD3′s size as a reason, but if I’m honest it was more a question of convenience. And when he merely looked thoughtful, I cried.