The Gallery: Boys
When I was 12 weeks pregnant I found out that, after three girls, I was probably having a little boy.
I cried. I should have expected it as I had been rubbish at predicting the sex of my first three babies. I had thought they would all be sons, not daughters. During my last pregnancy I *knew* I was carrying another girl and I had loved the idea of a single sex family.
But it wasn’t to be. At least I had plenty of time to get used to the idea and get my head around what it would mean to have a son.
In January 2008, a bouncing baby boy joined our family and initially his sex made absolutely no difference to our family at all.
His sisters were initially fascinated by his extra bits, and he managed to wee on me a few times before I got the hang of nappy changes, but otherwise he was like any other baby. He cried, he fed, he slept, he grew.
He crawled, then walked and immediately got roped into his sisters’ games. They were delighted, he was their own little doll and they especially loved dressing him up.
At the age of five, despite his sisters’ influence, as far as I can tell he is a pretty normal little boy. He is fascinated by gadgets and machines, loves football, needs to be taken out for a good run every day and constantly has to be reminded to keep his hands out of his pants.
People can be quite vocal about how lucky they consider us to have a boy after 3 girls, and we’ve had plenty of total strangers tell us we ‘ can stop trying now.’ So far I’ve managed not to be too rude to anyone. Usually telling them I wanted 4 girls shuts them up.
But of course now I wouldn’t change him for the world. He’s completed our family and I can see now how having a mix of sexes is a bonus. And even though the chances of him towering over me in height in the next decade are pretty high, because he’s the youngest, he will always be my baby.
To read all about them, check out The Gallery over at Sticky Fingers.