DS is 2 today. He is our third DC. I was very ancient when I had him (44), after a gap of 6 years and 4 miscarriages. Without a doubt he is our last baby.
I always feel a bit nostalgic on the birthday of our DC. But today I feel overwhelmed. Not sad. But very emotional. That is not really like me and I'm surprised at myself.
DS is still breastfed at least x2 per day. I've just fed him and am gazing at him in my arms thinking how grateful I am for all 3 DC but that the baby days are over now.
I think this is not about just him, but the transition for us as a family. Just to add, I've had a big smile on since 6.30 and neither DD1 (12) or DD2 (8) know how I feel.
We are all having a family tea after school and are excited.
Just needed to write it down I think.