Since deciding not to have a third child (after a miscarriage last year), I’ve felt completely lost and a bit purposeless. I’m starting to wonder if this has tipped into depression.
The whole TTC/pregnancy/new baby phase gave me such a strong sense of becoming - something about it brought meaning, drive, direction. And now that chapter’s closed, even though I have two wonderful children and a very full-on parenting job, I feel like I’m grieving. It's not just the child I lost - it's the child I’ll never have.
I’m 35, and looking ahead I just see the teenage years, then an empty nest. I work alone and for myself, so it’s quite isolating. I have friends and supportive family, but still feel like nothing brings real joy. I’ve been trying to ‘get myself back’ - socialising more (though drinking makes me feel anxious and low), looking after my body (even had a tummy tuck after severe diastasis recti and multiple hernias from pregnancy) - but even that left me feeling trapped. Like the surgery closed the door for good. Every time I try something to feel better, it backfires and I feel worse.
DH is supportive but works long hours, commutes, and is asleep when the kids are. We love each other, but I’ve even had moments of questioning monogamy - told him honestly, would never cheat - but I think I’m just constantly searching for something. Meaning? Escape?
There are lots of reasons we’ve decided not to go for a third:
- DH and I aren’t equally keen (though he’d go along with it if I pushed)
- I have enough emotional and physical energy for the two I have - I’d be stretched thin with three
- They’re 2 and 5, and need so much from me already
- Pregnancy, hair loss, weight gain, no sleep - it all took a toll
- We could afford it, but it would be tight
- I worry three would change the dynamic - we’d be outnumbered, the house would be chaos, and the life admin would be endless
- I was one of three, and someone was always left out
- What if there were a health issue and the other two lost out?
But the reasons I do want a third feel rooted in fear. Fear that my two won’t be close when they’re older. That they’ll move far away. That I won’t be a grandmother. That I’ll be left behind. I know those aren’t good reasons to have another baby. And I know I can’t use children to plug emotional holes.
The truth is, I don’t really want another child now - not to raise, not to go through it all again. But I can’t shake the sadness, the feeling that something’s missing. I’ve got a therapy appointment soon and I’m considering antidepressants, but I just feel so flat and directionless.
Has anyone else felt like this? How do you get through it? What do you do with the grief when your family is complete but your heart hasn’t caught up?