And so far, so good, as far as sibling relationships go. But it is tricky terrain, preparing your toddler for a new baby. Particularly the first time around, when they are used to a life of undivided attention, and the new arrival will likely change the status quo pretty drastically for now and evermore.
It's not a few days. It's not even weeks. It's fucking months! Months I tell you! Endless days of being screamed at, endless poking at gums in the hope you'll feel one of those pesky Peggy's poking through, and endless disappointment when you feel nothing but a rubbery gum. Again.
I did not want to appear as the team member who 'disrupted' the discussions with a crying baby, neither was I willing to give up the newly found cause I was championing with every fibre of my physical being and my mental strength- breastfeeding.
Sleep deprivation kills motivation, desire, and mood and is often the biggest challenge to enjoying your child as opposed to getting through the day (and night). The lens of sleeplessness colours our world very differently because sleep is the first step to coping.
We were warned about the risks of TTTS. This condition affects twins, like ours, who share a placenta, and involves one baby getting more of the shared blood supply than the other. Every two weeks I would be scanned to make sure there were no growth differences between the babies, the main sign of TTTS.
And there it is. That first moment in the day when you hear your own dad come streaming out of your mouth like a song you long since thought you'd forgotten but in fact remember every single word to. That's right. Dad phrases are exactly like 'Never Ever' by the All Saints (try it - it's in there I guarantee).
When my children wrote their Christmas lists for Santa, the contents were not that surprising based on what their interests are. My daughter wrote hers very studiously and in great detail. I helped my son with his, given that he is only three. His list was just the loveliest list. It comprised two things: Loads of ninjas, and loads of babies.
It's something he does with me at home as well. So what I do is leave him to cry it out. The amount of dirty looks I received on the bus was unbelievable. I actually had a man approach me and tell me that my child is crying and that I should pick him up.
I have a child who suffers separation anxiety. In his words, he likes it when we're "all together". Now he has such an extensive vocabulary and chooses to verbalise - in pain-inducing detail - how me leaving him makes him feel sad and how much he misses me, my guilt at leaving him to work is greater than ever.
We picked a bit of an inconvenient time to move internationally to a location with no support network. If you haven't made this kind of ludicrously-timed decision then you should let family and friends help when they offer. With the toddler or with the newborn or just for a bit of company along the way.
Becoming a parent brings with it an absolute sackful of new emotions; some of which makes you feel on-top-of-the-world amazing and some just make you want to drown yourself in a bath of Cabernet Sauvignon.
I went off on maternity leave a mess of insecurities. The interim editor was a brilliant journalist, and at the time unencumbered with inconvenient children - as I was about to be. What if she turned out to be better than me, or more popular? What if the circulation figures went up - what if they gave her my job?
I sometimes look at this little dude, not even 11 months old but with the greatest zest for life I've ever known in any human being, and feel his enthusiasm smashing me in the face and screaming at me to start enjoying myself more.
That was, undeniably, the main thought running through my head in the first few months after my eldest, Little O, was born. That, and 'what the hell have I done', 'where did I put the sodding Sudocrem' and wondering when my downstairs would stop feeling like the aftermath of a nuclear explosion.
Growing up as a Catholic, I am aware that guilt is a wonderful feeling. As long as you feel it, you are let off the hook and can continue in your pattern, safe in the knowledge that with a little genuflection and a few 'Hail Marys', you'll be OK. You can stay feeling unworthy and there will be countless opportunities for those more powerful than you (advertiser's dream...) to make you pay.
The first few weeks and months with a newborn baby are challenging to say the least. After having my son, I spent most of those first 12 weeks in a dark hole, mentally. I bathed in feelings of hopelessness, worry and neediness.