"I saw a big difference in my son."
For a long time after my third baby was born I didn't cope very well. I didn't realise it at the time as I just carried on
I recognised myself in Emily the moment she was placed on my chest. It was there in her eyes and in the shape of her mouth. Six weeks later she had my smile. My genes dominated her features, and when she grew into an inquisitive toddler I realised we shared many of the same personality traits too.
I'm not talking babies breaking their hearts and becoming a wet mess of tears and snot if heaven forbid you need to leave the room for a wee. I'm talking the gut wrenching separation anxiety that happens to mum's when they leave their small people overnight...