As they grow, there are good runs and bad runs. Over winter it doesn't end, this relay of broken nights. They begin with sickness and end with sickness, the washing machine spins constantly, the soundtrack to dark.
It is early rising and midnight waking, it is wiping noses... and bums. It is the park all year round; it is play dough, sand and crayons. It is travelling heavy and never 'nipping out'; it is laughter - so much laughter.
Women in my family had warned me, spouted about peaches becoming spaniel ears and what have you, but I thought maybe it wouldn't happen to me. Perhaps it was a generational thing that - like perms and home owning - would basically pass mine by.
A few days ago in an earthquake survivor's camp, I met Shreya, who is eight months' pregnant. She told me that the earthquake shook her so hard that her baby moved into the wrong position. Thankfully her baby has moved back now, but she worries that there will be complications when she gives birth.
I was bloody lucky with my first son, he slept through the night from about 3.5 months and still does 12 hour stints now. People have often asked me for my secret to success and my reply? Er, I don't know, he just did it.