‘People assumed we were hoping the next one would be a girl’ Sinking onto the kitchen chair with a much-needed cup of tea, I relish a rare moment of silence. But suddenly there’s the sound of a whoop and a thump and I realise Blake, two, and his big brother Mack, four, are playing their favourite game of superheroes on the sitting room sofas. ‘Stop that,’ I shout as they hurl themselves full pelt onto the cushions. But it’s too late, the noise wakes up my youngest child, nine-month-old Rothagaidh, and he starts to bawl. Sound like I have my hands full? You don’t know the half of it!
It’s not just these three in my brood, I have seven more: Campbell, 16, Harrison, 14, Corey, 12, Lachlan, 10, Brodie,…
