I had a baby last year, and safe to say pregnancy seriously did a number on me. I had an emergency c-section which took a long time to heal and has left me numb along three quarters of the length of my scar. Pregnancy also gave me gallstones, and so I had to have further surgery to remove my gallbladder. And I have now been diagnosed with a hernia which will need surgical repair (so third abdominal surgery in a year). I’ve also had recurring mastitis.
In addition, my baby is a shockingly bad sleeper. I spend the majority of most nights awake. It has given me chronic insomnia, so even when he sleeps, I don’t.
I was recently asked by my grandmother-in-law when I’m planning on having a second baby. Given my baby is less than a year old it’s about the furthest thing from my mind. I said to her not any time soon, and most likely never. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the knowledge that I never have to do this again.
Well, this went down like a cup of cold sick. She’s a forthright woman anyway, but she clearly saw it as her life’s mission to convince me there and then that I will want another baby eventually. She went on and on, couldn’t even accept me saying ‘we haven’t decided yet, we’ll decide in the future’, and said ridiculous and insulting things about how only children are ‘odd’ 
Obviously she was being rude and difficult, but I’m used to handling her so that’s not the issue. What I want to know is, is it really so crazy that after a bad birth, a hard first year and multiple serious health issues a woman might not want to go through it again?! She was honestly unable to believe that I wouldn’t consider all of those things completely worthwhile sacrifices for the sake of having a second baby. She kept on saying ‘but think about John*! Wasn’t he worth it!’, as if that’s the same thing.
I just felt like she saw me as nothing more than a vessel for producing offspring regardless of the personal cost to myself in doing so - like I should be happy to accept any amount of pain, illness and poor health for the sake of another child. She was offended and troubled at my suggestion that maybe a second baby just isn’t worth it.
I’m rambling a bit, but it’s playing on my mind. Is it really so unreasonable that after the year I’ve had I just don’t ever want to do it again?
*John is not my baby’s real name