I have one child, a dd shortly turning 5. I think she’s brilliant- bright, funny, imaginative and I can honestly say she’s the love of my life. I never thought I could feel the love I have for dd.
However I can admit that motherhood hit me incredibly hard and to be honest the first 3 years of dd’s life were incredibly tough for me personally. She was I guess a “high needs” baby, had terrible problems sleeping and feeding, and spent most of that time strapped to me in a sling. Probably also key was that I suffered from awful pre and post natal depression, which I didn’t get treated. I felt a lot like anger, resentment and loneliness as well as exhaustion and I went back to work when she was 7 months to try and get some of my life back. I now regret that as it reallt jsut made things harder in a lot of ways. As a toddler she’s always had good language and with every month that passes she’s growing into a joy, a really lovely companion and I have gone from sometimes dreading coming home from work to be a mum, to actively loving spending time with her.
But this is definitely as the baby stage has passed. While she is still small, now she is in reception she enjoys going to school, she is good at entertaining herself when she needs to, she is conversational and fun, she has friends and can go on play dates and enjoys going to sleep over at my mums when she can. As a result dh and I can now go out, or away for a night or two again. The three of us can go out for dinner and have a mostly fun rather than mostly stressful time. We can all sit and watch a movie together or go for a walk without drama. I guess it jsut feels like I am getting my life back a bit, and I find I am getting my confidence back as a person, getting to rediscover the things I loved like reading a book or two a week, going to the theatre or gym, etc. I am doing way better at work with more sleep and I feel motivated to get promoted etc for the good of our family and to set a good example for dd. I feel less reliant on my mum and sister for help and it feels like we are a good unit.
Now dh thinks we should have another baby. Soon. We are both in early 30s but his siblings both have second babies on the way and he’s doing really well at work, both our jobs have good paid parental leave, and dd really wants a little sibling (or at least the idea of one...)
I always thought I would want another baby at some point but people keep commenting on how big the age gap will be between dd and any other child- she’s already almost 5. And the obvious comments about how I’m in my 30s (since when did that become past it?) The truth is, the idea of having a baby again fills me with utter dread. Aside from getting it out the way, there’s really not a lot I would look forward to about pregnancy or another baby. Then whether we have 1 or 2 more, there’s always going to be the circa 3 year hard bit where I felt like I just lost myself. I don’t know how I could go through that one more time.. let alone two or more! Dh loves kids and is a great dad but he doesn’t see this side of it at all. He earns about a third more than me and it feels like my career would be the one to take a hit in terms of time off with kids. His industry is higher paying than mine and he is on a great career path.
The fact is in my very heart of hearts I don’t think I want another baby ever. I think once was enough for me.. I want to pour all my efforts into dd but I don’t want to go through the baby stage again. It’s that baby stage that jjst fills me with dread. If dh pushed it part of me feels like we should break up because he really wants another and I don’t. I know it isn’t fair because I always said I saw myself having another. I think the conversations we have had recently plus some good things happening in my work life have made me see things quite differently.
Does anyone else feel like this? I feel like I may be abnormal. Is it possible I can want more kids, feeling like this now? I’m worried that I will have one, be unable to cope and then be a shit mum to both dd and baby. I’m worried I will regret it and that it would ruin my life.
Anyone been through these feelings?