Peeling my eyes open to the sound of screaming babies, I checked the time - it was 4am.
‘Feeding time,’ I rolled over and grumbled to my husband Liam, 34.
By 7am, Liam had headed off to work, and it was time to start the hour-and-a-half process of getting Maddison, Jaxon, Alexa and Sienna dressed, as-well-as waking up my eldest son, Mackenzie, 12.
‘Mackenzie, get up, now!’ I screamed, whilst bending Alexa’s leg into her onesie and keeping a watchful eye on the other three.
With four babies under four, it was just another hectic morning, but I counted my blessings, as it hadn’t always been like this.
I first met Liam about 13-years-ago, whilst celebrating my 23rd birthday in Cardiff.
We ended up in the same pub when he…
