Love Bug and I met a friend’s gorgeous new baby boy. To say Love Bug was mesmerised would be an understatement.

She asked to hold him almost as soon as we got there. She sat and held him with such confidence, as if it were second nature to her.

I reached for him when he started to cry but she wouldn’t have a bar of it. Instead she held him a little tighter, gave him a kiss then gently patted his cheek. Looking very proud of herself 30 seconds later she smiled at us he’s stopped crying now. 

  
Watching her holding him made my ovaries hurt and wish I’d been able to give her a sibling of her own. As we were getting in the car to leave she said I wish we could have a bubba, mumma.

Twinge went my ovaries again. 

She has an instant photo of the two of us with the bubba that has taken pride of place on her bedside table. Each night so far she has told me how much she wishes we could have a bubba like that. Twinge twinge twinge.

I wish we could have too Love Bug.