Their bun, my oven

Prizzilla Greer, 27

Walking along the supermarket aisles, I smiled to myself.

My newborn daughter Lo was snuggly strapped to me in her baby carrier. And my 1-year-old son Nixon sat happily in the trolley.

I loved having two children so close in age.

My husband Skylar, then 22, and I had planned our little family perfectly.

But as far as having any more kids went - well, it was a definite no!

See, I’d come from a family of five kids, had watched my own mum struggle.

‘I only have one pair of hands!’ I remember her saying, exasperated.

So... ‘Two is the perfect number,’ I