My life plan when I was a teenager was to be an Olympic sailor and then win the Americas Cup and every other sailing competition there was. Children were never even thought about as they are, naturally, incompatible with that life.
Then I was diagnosed with cancer and lost a leg and was I was probably infertile in my early 20s and suddenly I realised that I did want children and the thought of not having them was devastating. The dreams of Olympic sailing was also over so I concentrated on my career as an academic and over the years the feelings of grief rescinded and actually I e,braced being child free (I was a step mother to 5 children, mostly grown up, however).
When I first found out I was unexpectedly pregnant at 39 it was a shock and, instead of feeling happy, I seriously contemplated an abortion. Although I couldn't go through with it I did feel very detached from my daughter for the first few years of her life. I had my second child about 18 months after my first and that just compounded my feelings of my life not being mine anymore. I hated the baby and toddler stages and would find any excuse to work abroad for months on end just to feel like me again. I loved them, but in an abstract way. I truely think that if it wasn't for my husband being such an amazing father and willing to do the majority of the parenting, ,y children would probably have ended up in foster care. He never judged me, however, and said that fathers had gotten away with being distant for years - in fact he was with his eldest ones - so why shouldn't a mother feel the same?
Now they are 11 and 8 and I can honestly admit that I love spending time with them and enjoy their company. I go away less and do more with them when I'm at home. I still don't think that they have as strong a bond with me as they do their father, but we plod along.
However, if I could go back I would not have had them. It was supremely stupid and selfish of me to deliver these two children into the world when I was woefully incapable of giving them the love and time and patience and the mother that they deserved. My children are wonderful, but it is no credit to me.