First at 35, second at 37, third at 38. The age gaps are both about 19mo.
Factor in a 1st miscarriage at just turned 34, up to my 9th at 45 (an accident) and that I'm showing clear signs of perimenopause that I can now see started back when I was 44/45, and my hormones have given me a real battering.
I can't believe I survived looking back. The toll on my body has been significant. I've had so many hormone related issues - carpel tunnel operations on both hands, SPD badly with no.2 and a bit with no.3, plantar fascitis, really dodgy immune system, fatigue (the worst of it all!). The brain fog after no.3 didn't really lift until she was 4-5.
I had 3 in nappies at once. 2 breastfeeding at a time. Both physically draining. Post-natal depression in spades, which we knew would be likely and had prepared for, but the exhaustion!!
I'm painting a dismal picture, but I've loved so much of it! Kids close together means they have playmates, you get the joy of their interaction (though heading towards teens that is not so joyful right now!).
For me the harder part of having kids older and close together is that I don't find many others in a similar position. Peers I know well have kids that are pretty independent. It's easier to hang out more with friends with kids the same age as mine, and they tend to be significantly younger - ie not in perimenopause. My life feels a bit disjointed for that reason.