In July of 2009, I had my third daughter, Megan. She blended into the family without much ado. A sweet, tiny, soft baby we nicknamed Squishy. Though adding nursing, how to handle three young girls and adjusting to even less sleep, was tough, it seemed as if she belonged here, knew she was third and knew that her time with Mommy was on a limited basis.
She never complained. She was my best eater, my best sleeper and my most laid back child.
But as the year has progressed… Continue