My two girls are just a year apart, so if you do the maths when my second one came along my first had just started walking. Their dad worked 4 weeks on, 1 week off so I spent along time going it alone. Even when he was home, he wasn’t much help. The days were long and the nights were longer. At the time, I felt like it was never going to end and I would never make it through.
Fast forward 3 years and just as number two was getting out of nappies, number three was born. I always said that while your on the nappy train you stay on it until your COMPLETELY DONE.
In the middle of all the baby stuff, my marriage fell apart, I moved interstate. Put my life back together, fell in love moved interstate again and gained 5 more children. So over night I went from a mum of 3 to a mum of 8. Three of which were still in nappies.
So 10 years after I stepped on the nappy train, I finally stepped off it. I didn’t miss it and I wasn’t sad. When the bottles ended, I wasn’t sad. When I gave away the pram, I wasn’t sad. When I passed on the high chair I wasn’t sad. The baby toys and books slowly disappeared bit by bit with every clean out with no worries. We are out of the baby/toddler stage and we have 8 school kids. 3 primary schoolers, 4 middle schoolers and 1 high schooler onward and upward to the next family phase.
The last remaining item we have is the step. 
a pink Disney princess step that lives in our bathroom. I curse every time I trip over it when Miss 5 leaves it right by the door because she’s used it to reach the light switch and turn it off. I curse when I need to move it to clean the bathroom floor. Then yesterday while I was helping Miss 5 wash her face I watched as she turned the bathroom tap on and off WITHOUT the step. She still needs it for the light switch but IT HIT ME LIKE A BRICK just like that the last baby item is almost GONE!
Bye, bye babies 👶
-Bec
3Plus5 