@VanillaChai20
I struggled enormously when my kids were younger. I regretted having had five, I regretted having had them with a man who decided after number two, (which was the point at which I gave up work, incidentally or maybe not) that I was 'mummy' and not an intellectual equal, and therefore should do ALL the housework, childcare etc, and I regretted the loss of my old life, partly occasioned by a move for his job 350 miles from all my family.
Now they are adult and I don't regret anything. Looking back my regrets came from overwork, tiredness, lack of support with ANYTHING and lack of any kind of life outside the children. I was desperately homesick, had PND (undiagnosed) when we moved DC4 was only three months old. We had DC5 and then split up.
But now they are among my best friends. They and their partners enliven and enrich my life no end. But if I had my time again, would I do it all over? I can't 'unthink' any of them, so I can't say 'yes, but I'd only have two, or three' (which ones would I 'send back'?). I regretted the way my life went back then, but now I am happy to have had them.
And I would have been happy to have had them when they were small had I had one ounce of help with them both before and after my husband and I split up.