When I found out I was pregnant with Ellie and we started planning the nursery I knew I wanted a traditional rocking chair for the room. This chair was one I scoured second hand selling sites for months for, one which Oli drove an hour and a half to collect for me before sanding and waxing it for me and proudly putting it in place.
I sat in that chair with Ellie as a bump whilst we were waiting for her to arrive, trying to imagine the cot with an actual baby in it and what it might feel like holding her in my arms.
I then sat in that chair to snuggle and feed her and then Phoebe and Lottie when they arrived. I've smiled my biggest smiles in that chair, cried from sheer exhaustion and rocked back and forth in it trying to settle all three of my babies. I've sat it wondering if my babies are asleep enough to put them down in their bed, stood up from it so carefully and slowly thousands of times with a sleeping baby girl in my arms only to sit right back down in it as they promptly woke up!
I've read stories in it, comforted poorly children in it and even set up my blog in the middle of the night in it! There are three times I have sat in that chair much longer than I needed to - the last time I breastfed each of my babies, staring at their sleepy contented faces with a mixture of relief and sadness. It's so much more than just a chair to me but it was time for it to go to a new home.
When I look at all three of them in that chair I feel proud, proud of myself, proud of each of them and proud of the lovely little trio that they are. They are growing up so quickly, it truly feels like yesterday that they were all tiny babies in my arms in the rocking chair. I am so grateful for them, so grateful they have each other and so grateful for every second, minute and hour that I have spent sitting in the rocking chair with them.