As Danielle and I chatted away about the arrival of her twin boys – which at nearly 37 weeks could literally happen any day now, she glanced over to her four year old son and said “I just realized that I’ll never get this moment back, it will never be the same again”. Tears sprung to my eyes, and I nodded. This is why I do what I do. This is why I love this job. I know exactly how she feels, I’ve lived it, and I know how important those last few weeks as a family of three are. Before your lives are turned upside down by a baby (or two in this case!), before you meet the new little people you’re going to fall in love with. It’s a time of anticipation, fear, wistfulness, hope, and most of all – love.
