I have 3 dc's. dd1 is 3.10, dd2 is 20 months and ds1 is nearly 5 months.
It had been an adventure.
When dd2 was born I couldn't quite come to terms with her being my last. dh and I discussed it and agreed that 2 was a sensible number and we shouldn't have any more. dh dutifully signed up for the snip (6 month compulsary waiting list) and I resigned myself to being a family of 4 (5 counting dsd who is with us 2 weekends a month).
10 days before the operation we discovered I was pregnant. I never fall pregnant easily. dd1 took 5 years and 4 miscarriages to conceive. dd2 is only here by the grace of fertility drugs. It truly was inconceivable that I was actually pregnant.
Anyway ds arrived in September. Healthy, happy and huge. dd2 was 16 months old. dd1 was 3.5y. The first three months was really really hard. I think it was the sleep deprivation that got me. Being so knackered and then chasing around after an active toddler and preschooler and trying to meet everyone's needs and failing for the most part. The guilt was enormous.
Now ds is a bit older things are shaping up nicely. It is still exhausting and there is no down time but ds adores his sisters and they adore him. They dote on him terribly. I feel like I have finally started to get the knack of balancing everyone's needs without driving myself crazy. The key I think is organization, military style and a good solid routine that works for everyone.
It is expensive. We had to upgrade the car to a 7 seater. We are going to need to move to a bigger house though we can probably manage for another couple of years.
Childcare however is crippling. it will cost us £3500 per month If I want to put the kids into nursery and go back to work. A nanny is going to cost us around £2k per month. It is eye watering.
Still from the moment I saw the second line on the test strip I have loved my little man and none of us would trade him for the world.