This post has been swirling around my brain for awhile now, but I haven't been able to actually put it into words. Mainly, because I'm so undecided about how I really feel about the topic. But I know I can't be the only woman out there to ever have these feelings, so why not just share?
I always thought that I wanted more than one kid. This is prior to the infertility struggle. When I was blissfully unaware and "fertile" I always pictured my family with more that one child. I always said I wanted three. But two would be nice also. I really didn't want my child to be an only child. To grow up without any siblings. I wanted he or she to have someone to grow with, to fight with, to laugh with, to have someone to lean on and go to and have family holidays with long after we were gone. I just didn't want my child to be alone in the world I guess, if something were to happen to us. But with that said, I know that only children can grow up to have wonderful lives and friends who are just like brothers and sisters! So, I do not in any way think being an only child is a unfortunate thing whatsoever. I grew up with a younger brother. It was honestly great. Yeah, sure, we had our sibling rivalry moments but we also had great memories too. I did however wish I had a sister in addition to my brother. Just another girl to share in all my "girl" issues. I know, it seems like people always want what they can't have and think the grass may be greener if they had another sister/brother/more siblings/less siblings. No one seems content in the moment, but after you grow up and look back, it was just perfect as it was...
Post the infertility war (in which we finally claimed a victory!) my views on expanding our family are a little...blurred I guess...
I do know that I want another child. A sibling and life long friend for Samantha. Yet, I'm having trouble picturing it. Maybe it's a little sadness that Samantha had a twin. And her twin left us very early on in the womb. I keep thinking that I should have two sweet beautiful one year old babies. I wonder what it would have been like. Yes, busy. Yes, exhausting. But I bet it would be wonderful, too. I think about that baby now and then I wonder if it was a boy or girl. Samantha had a sibling. Once upon a time, she had a sibling. And part of me (a big part of me) feels the need to make that happen again for her.
The issue is, when? How?
I feel like I am half-hearted about it. I feel like I need to do it for her, but yet I'm not sure I am ready. I think this stems from a very raw fear of having a rough pregnancy and preterm birth again. I do get that women who have had preemies can go on to have healthy pregnancies and full term babies! We were so very lucky for Samantha to come through the NICU okay because I know that not every family is as lucky. But I will say I am pretty scarred from it all. And to be honest, Samantha's infancy was pretty rough. She is such a happy girl now, yet sleep is still a struggle. I am worried about possibly having another rough pregnancy and chasing after a very active one year old. While also caring for another infant full time in my home. It's a lot. And I do understand that there are women that do this everyday, with even more kids! Yet, it all seems too much for me. I know the foundation for all this uncertainty and stress is that I don't want a repeat of what happened with Sam. The hard pregnancy, scary and early birth, and the colic! It was REALLY hard. We did get through it and Sam is thriving now! But I'm not sure I am willing to revisit that again so soon. You see with all that's happened, it's difficult for me to envision a smooth and happy pregnancy, full term birth and easy baby who sleeps!! I know of no such thing :)
And if your big question to me is "Was it worth it?" I will say "YES!" Because it was. Samantha is the light of my life. The love in my heart. The most beautiful thing that's ever happened to us. I just....can't seem to take that next step in making the decision of when to start trying for another baby...
Time is not really on my side. I'll be 34 soon and I know that's not anything to go crazy about, but I do hear a little faint 'tick tock' in my head. We have four frozen embryos (that we are still paying for) waiting for us when we are ready. However, we all know that it is not a guarantee that all or any of those snowbabies would make the thaw. And we all know that being infertile makes it super difficult to conceive on your own. That's another thing. Am I ready for all the meds and testing and appointments and 2ww's again?
Samantha is at such a cute age. Her personality is really starting to shine now. I look at her and wonder how could I love another baby as much as I love her? And do I want to share? I want to give my all to her. Not 50%. But I feel like this is one of those things in life where you just have to jump in, if you are going to do it. And everything will figure itself out. My husband seems more on board than I am with trying for another soon. It's been brought up in conversation a lot lately. Thinking and talking about it, does make my heart do a little pitter patter but then the fear creeps in about the "what if's."
Lately, quite a few of my friends have had pregnancy announcements and it is SO NICE to finally be truly excited for people. Not that I wasn't before, but when you are desperately trying to conceive and you hear a million pregnancy announcements, it can be taxing on the heart. I love being able celebrate their news and go through the months with them! Part of me is content just living vicariously through them. Bring on their baby appointments, ultrasounds and baby showers! I can't get enough. But am I ready myself to get back on that baby bandwagon?
Besides the fear of a scary pregnancy and preterm birth again, I have the fear of NOT getting pregnant again and all that baggage that it brings. Am I prepared for months and months of negative pee sticks again? If that's what's in store. Of course, I have Samantha's pretty face and awesome laugh to cheer me up this time around, but all those heartbroken BFN's have stayed with me. And miscarriage. What if I miscarried again? Am I ready to open up old wounds??
If I were in my 20's, I would have liked to wait until Sam was maybe in school before trying for another. In a perfect world, yes that would be my plan. But that's not an option. For me anyways. I'd like to lose a bunch of weight before getting pregnant again. There can't be anything good in getting pregnant right now, with the shape I'm in. But then of course, I'd gain all that weight back. But if it's grounds for a healthier pregnancy, then I gotta do it.
If my future second born is reading this someday, I just want you to know that despite as it may sound with my indecisiveness in this post, you are very much wanted :) Mommy is just trying to figure out the perfect timing for your entrance into our lives...
So, what do you think friends? Am I nuts? Or is all this that I'm feeling completely normal?