Quite a few families have more than one child. George and Mary Ritchie were lulled into a false sense of security with their firstborn, naively believing that their son was just the start of a peaceful, joyous life that could only be enhanced with another sibling. So, when a ginger-haired, podgy-pink kid with hiccups arrived on a bitterly cold December morning, they were beginning to think changes might be afoot. The new parents had no idea a child could be born with a hand on their hip…but their adventure had only just started…and their new daughter would be the greatest birth control for the future.
Life in Cornwall was pretty good for the Ritchie family. The parents had a beautiful and well-behaved baby boy who giggled his way through bath time and slept through the night at eight weeks of age. The fearsome trio were kind, considerate, popular and genuinely happy for three and a half years, and then Fiona came along.