A long time before I was an older mum, I was a young mum. Four weeks after my 23rd birthday I welcomed my daughter to the world, and got on with the business of being a first time parent. If I am honest, she was enough. I didn’t particularly plan on having more children. I had had some serious pregnancy complications which put me off going through it again, and also, like many Mums of one, she was the center of my world, and I couldn’t imagine loving another child as much.
Time changed my mind and I had my second child, a boy, when I was 30. This time around, I had no problems in pregnancy and a natural, and easy by most standards, labour. And with the addition of my much loved Son, my family was complete.