And then came baba number 2
With Alexander I was constantly worried about so many unnecessary things, but when Beatrice popped out and my milk was not sustaining her she went on formula. It was that simple. Something in me changed. And so the morning I left for my first day at my temporary receptionists job, dried snot, the slimy kind, had to be wiped off my cardigan. I know it might sound soft, but I think I am learning to love my children better.