I'm hoping for some balanced perspectives because I genuinely can't work out what I want anymore.
I have one DS who is nearly 5 and starts school in September. For years we were firmly one and done.
I had bad postnatal anxiety and depression. DS was actually an easy baby in hindsight, but he's been very full-on ever since. He's incredibly active, high energy and possibly ADHD (nothing severe and too early to tell). I'm also not naturally a very patient person and get easily stressed and overstimulated, so I've found parenting much harder than I expected.
We decided against another child because life now feels good again. We both earn well, have a comfortable lifestyle, travel regularly, and should be able to support DS with things like university, a house deposit and possibly private school. We couldn't realistically do all of that with two children. Sleep deprivation was also a huge trigger for my anxiety, and the thought of going back to those early years scares me.
Then something changed. As our friends all had second and third children, and with DS starting school, we started questioning our decision. We live in a wealthy family-oriented area where almost everyone has at least two children, so we hardly know any one-child families. DS is very sociable, loves babies and has occasionally asked for a sibling. I know a 5½-6 year age gap wouldn't make them playmates, but I liked the idea of him having someone throughout life, especially when we're gone. Our dog also died suddenly last year and I think this has compounded a feeling that something in our family feels incomplete.
We decided to stop overthinking and just try. I got pregnant first month, but sadly miscarried at 7 weeks. We'd already bought a few baby things after getting rid of most of our old ones, so now I have a brand-new Bugaboo and sling sitting in the cupboard as a constant reminder.
Since then my DH and I have been under a lot of strain and are about to start couples counselling. Realistically I can't see us trying again anytime soon.
Part of me genuinely likes our life as it is. I love the freedom we've regained and worry I'm idealising another baby while forgetting how hard those early years were. But I also feel guilty that DS may never have a sibling and emotional about closing the door on that stage of life forever. But I’m also thinking, do we just need to get another dog.
Has anyone else been genuinely undecided like this? Did you end up having another child or sticking with one? Looking back, are you happy with your decision? I know people won’t willingly say they regret having another but perhaps life was easier with one.
I honestly can't tell whether what I'm feeling is grief after the miscarriage, fear of closing the door forever, guilt about not giving DS a sibling, or a genuine desire for another child.