Love for 2


We are now a family of 4, 2 boys to love and bring us joy-how lucky are we. My first boy turns 3 tomorrow, my first love.

I always knew I wanted more than one child, being an only child I wanted Josh to have siblings. We feel blessed to be able to have brought Max into the world. 

I didn’t know how I’d feel about a second child, you will have read I felt guilt and sadness at saying goodbye to the special 3 years we had with Josh and wondered how I could love another mini human like I love Josh. I suspected you would probably love all your children but the love that came I was not anticipating. 

When Josh arrived, almost 3 years ago to the day, of course I loved him but it was a love that grew and was new and I had to understand. As the weeks and months went by and I got to know Josh and our new way of life the love grew more intensely and didn’t stop.

When Max arrived however the love was instant, I recognised this love and fell deeply. Having 2 days with him in hospital, in our little bubble was a time I will always remember. 

We then came home and we had two to love, both equally but just differently at first. Josh’s love was a familiar, slippers and pipe type of love. I’m proud of him everyday and whilst he is great with Max he has definitely been challenging us in recent weeks so lucky we love him as much as we do 😉 Max’s love is all squeaky and new, falling more deeply every day. I’ve felt guilty at times feeling differently towards them-equal but different but maybe that is normal. We are finding our new routine at the moment and I know it will all level out. Right now I just feel lucky to have 2 boys to love, 2 boys who love me and grow that love and admiration for them every single day. 

Tomorrow my Josh turns 3-he has made the last 3 years very special and now we continue our journey with Max in tow and the future seems exciting!

So for mums about to have two, yes it’s daunting but it’s pretty wonderful too! 



Mother’s Day


Today is Mother’s Day.. My third and another special day ahead with my boys and my own mum. I feel so lucky every day to be a mum, to have a wonderful mum and know so many fantastic mums too. 

Last night after a lovely family local dinner we had walked by a homeless man on the way in and again on the way out. My husband wanted to give him some money but with the cold night I also ran in and got him some hot tea and a sandwich. It’s not like I don’t see poverty on the streets a lot but for some reason this poor man struck a cord with me. How has he ended up on the cold streets of Dublin, alone, cold and most probably scared. Where is his mum, I thought and what has happened to him to get to this place? Did she maybe think he was coming to a better life or is she even still around..

I brought Josh home and like every night we put him in a warm bath and read him stories before bedtime. He gets cuddles and warm milk before bed and maybe at some point of his life this homeless man did too but now he sleeps on the hard, cold and unforgiving streets of Dublin, a long way from home. 

It’s sad but it’s reality and we explained to Josh what a lucky boy he was as that poor man was very cold and only had tea to keep him warm. Of course he didn’t quite understand but you we know better things most likely lie ahead for Josh and you can only hope in his future there is less poverty and more help for the people in the world who need it most.