By Karin Smithson, Mom to Elise, West and Hoyte
For a few wonderfully hopeful months in Spring 2010, I was on top of the world. When not chasing our 22-month-old twins or 15-year-old Golden Retriever, my husband Joe and I were preparing to welcome our third child into our already lively home, and we were charmed by the thought of watching our toddling son and daughter mature into the roles of big brother and big sister of a healthy baby brother. He was due on their birthday, which is also my birthday, and we looked forward to many Augusts of joint celebrations and healthy kids.
We had almost survived the twins’ first two years, which we were told would be completely exhausting (correct!), and we confidently thought that adding a third baby into our colorful mix would be easy breezy.
Then baby Hoyte entered the world two months early. Continue reading