I was on the fence. Could have taken or left them. H wanted them badly. My career was in full swing and I didn’t want to affect that.
I agreed to have DC on the basis that H announced that he would “let’s face it - be more of a Mummy than you will,” his actual words, which I took as him wanting to be a SAHD.
Well how naive we were. The mother’s role is so strongly and irreversibly the mother’s and there is no getting away from that.
And from the moment DD1 was born, H was overwhelmed and did fuck all. Less than other people, in fact - never mind being a “mother,” or a SAHD. He just did not have the DNA to be co-operative, supportive to me or helpful and it came completely out of the blue as he was otherwise very much hands on with the home regarding cooking and cleaning etc.
It changed everything, as overnight my responsibilities became 100x more. Not only was I trying to work and earn money, and look after my parents, I was breastfeeding, dealing with birth injuries, anaemia, no sleep.
I felt completely out of control of my own life, my own survival and their survival. I thought I couldn’t possibly look after my parents, my children and keep my job - alone.
Since that particular choice was already made, I figured I had changed my life anyway, so had two more over the years. H convinced me he would change several times too but it never happened.
I don’t regret it, but I feel like I was very naive to just take someone’s word that they would be 100% supportive and an equal in what was supposed to be a joint responsibility. And I love the DC to bits and feel the need to protect and nurture them
so strongly that every day it’s painful to me that I am only just managing to provide the resources to do so.
I am also not that happy, calm, mostly anxiety - free person I was working on becoming before I had them. I am extremely anxious. I feel that anything could happen to me and my family at any time. Money is tight, the DC get ill, but so do I.
If you are undecided I would warn you that if anything happens that is not how you envisaged, it’s more often than not (and I hate to make the stereotype, but it’s so common) entirely on you. Entirely. You are the backstop when the baby won’t stop crying, when the DC are ill, in making all decisions, when something happens to them. The weight of responsibility is epic. Sometimes your tank is so utterly empty that you are on your knees with exhaustion, but they require you to take years off your own life meeting their needs first and foremost.
I look in the mirror and see a shadow of my former easy going self. But then I also see a much stronger person.