Some background info been with DH for 7 years married for 3. Had a stillborn baby boy 5 years ago, and lucky enough to have a beautiful 13 month DD.
We are both from huge families, I'm one of seven, he is one of eight and it was the plan to have a big family.
Throughout both pregnancies I was seriously ill, hospitalized at 16 weeks with our baby boy who died, he just wasn't well enough to survive even though the hospital team were fantastic and done everything they could. It near enough killed us both.
DD was not planned, a happy accident. I didn't find out till I was five months gone, a few happy weeks celebrating before I was admitted into hospital again with pernicious anaemia. Emergency blood transfusions, she was born 8 weeks early and I was utterly convinced she was not going to make it just like her big brother.
It would be no surprise to tell you that I've suffered with PND and anxiety which I'm still recovering from, and there are days which I just don't leave the house because I'm terrified of DD being killed by a car, or someone snatching her from her pram - I know its highly unlikely but I can see them playing out in my head and it makes me physically sick.
I can't go through the trauma of another pregnancy, another birth, the constant what ifs, the constant checking that baby is still breathing.
DH understands all of this, I know he is secretly disappointed (he'd never admit it to me) but he tells me how wonderful our little family is everyday.
Its just the family and friends who constantly ask when am i having another one, and why are we waiting (fgs I'm 23! Not exactly over the hill) even knowing what we've been through, I just don't know how to respond to them anymore.