I do feel ashamed of myself for thinking this way.
But.
I have 2 DC. Both young. (Y2 and younger)
I am mid twenties. I had my first fairly young. In the middle of a degree, which consequently was never completed. Number 2 came along when we thought 'oh its probably time to give dc1 a sibling.'
Neither of my children where 'unplanned' but what I can say is that DC1 was not thought through. I was young and had no experience with kids. I thought babies where just cute and cuddly and I suppose amongst all the lust of a fairly new relationship, we got caught in the moment a few times.
I love my children immeasurably. I would and I do anything and everything I can for them. I'm not perfect but for them I try to be the best I can.
However, HINDSIGHT.
If I could honestly go back 7 years, I would give myself a good slap.
I actively wanted a child in the middle of uni, with a partner I had only known merely months. Why? I still don't know. I just had this mad urge. I never told anyone, and still maintain dc1 was a surprise.... we had to find a house, I had to postpone my degree, I had to live with someone I barely really knew. It was tough. PND, unsettled, lactose intolerant baby, no sleep, etc etc etc.
I really struggled during those years, I remember crying a lot about how 'this is my life now'.
Things are better now, everything has worked out well for us. As I said before, I love my children so much and they bring me a sense of purpose. I have adjusted to being 'mum'.
I would say there are good days and bad days. Sometimes good weeks and bad weeks.
Some days I could pull my hair out, I am overwhelmed, exhausted, fed up of being demanded at, done out from trying to get them out of the house for some sort of exercise and away from screens, tired from feeling guilt and anxiety over nearly every decision I make for them. My days roll into each other, I work when my partner isn't so we are like passing ships as we can't afford child care. My body is out of shape, covered in stretch marks, i don't have time to make myself presentable, most of my life is revolved around cooking and cleaning.
Having said that, would I have had them having known all this? Yes I would.
There are days when they are not behaving or nothing pleases them and I do get a bit down and think 'I am doing something wrong, what would it be like to have no kids and do what I want to do today.' But it is short lived and I think entirely normal to have these thoughts at times.
If I could go back, the one thing I would change is my timing. I would have finished my degree, had a few years travelling, lived with my partner *before falling pregnant, gained some experience with what having children really entails.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but completely useless. I am very proud of where we are today, we have come through so much as a family unit and while we are not perfect by any means, my children are loved and safe and they are my life now. They are my purpose and my world would be a very lonely, unbearable place without them now.
They aren't going anywhere, life before them is gone and I have accepted that.
I now look forward to travelling in the future when they are older.
Its only took about an hour to write this because they haven't give me peace 