Mothering alone felt increasingly unsustainable. I would take my eyes off the baby and he’d topple over. The toddler would need soothing. The baby would be screaming for milk. I’d need the loo. The baby would need changing. The toddler would need a drink. The baby would need to be soothed to sleep. I’d need sleep. The toddler would need fresh air. I’d need to make lunch. The baby would need to be held. The toddler would need to be held and soothed. The baby would need to show me his new treasures. The toddler would want my full attention. Everyone would cry.
