My DS is nearly 7 - we had him after 3yrs ttc, scuppered by PCOS. We've been trying ever since too. I've been through it all with those around me- the patronising "you'll have another, just you wait and see", "just stop trying, it will then happen naturally" (just about the stupidest thing I've ever heard - and I tried that theory with dieting, does NOT work!!), through the sympathy, avoidance, being treated like a china doll "don't say 'Baby' when she's in the room" behaviour. It hasn't helped to see my 8 members of my closest friends/relatives having a grand total of 20 babies between them in the past 4 years - not because I'm envious (how can anyone feel so negative about new life?!!) but because they all feel guilty and don't enjoy their pregnancies and new babies with me, to avoid 'hurting my feelings'.
Sometimes ....
I worry about DS being lonely - but in fact, we 'socialise' him so much, he craves time to himself!
I worry about DS being unsociable, but he's already got friends across 3 school districts, and across a wide age range, both boys and girls.
I worry that he'll miss the caring aspect of being an older sibling - but the childminder's other subject, a cute little toddler can't get enough of him and looks for him on days he's not there.
I worry that he'll resent being a lone child - but when recently asked at a public service last week whether he has brothers or sisters, he replied: "oh, no - we have a cat!", beaming with pride (got a big chuckle from the audience)
I worry that when my DH and I are old, he'll be burdened with us alone, with no sibling support (my recently deceased Gran had 6 siblings caring, and still it was tough). But an older wise woman I know who has a lone child told me that she's just given her DD (19yrs) permission to put her in a home, and enjoy the inheritance - which she won't have to share with anyone!
And most of the time ...
I feel happy because DS gets all that I am, while my friends with a houseful report that they barely have time to keep theirs washed and fed.
I feel lucky because he's excelling at school, at football and at cycling, and I get to savour every minute without juggling time.
I feel funny because although he'd gain a lot from being part of a sibling group... he gets a lot from being a lone child too.
I feel downright blessed when I see or hear of people who didn't get even one DC, or lost one.
On sunday mornings, when he climbs into bed, I am sooo thankful there's only one of him.
When he's a teenager, I bet I'll be glad to run a taxi service for only 1 ... and as for University (which he's sure to get into, as I've spent so much 1:1 time helping him learn!)
It would never have been my choice. We planned to have two close together, have a break then another two. Life is like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're going to get . But sometimes there's a yummy caramel inside the coffee cream wrapper, know what I mean?
p.s. I may seem to have treated this subject somewhat lightly... so I'll mention the 10 years (with a baby-sized gap in the middle) of: invasive treatments; Clomid; Metformin; stupid diets; denial; relationship strain; miscarriage; attic-emptying frenzy; denial agian; weeping over having another period; being denied IVF on NHS because of existence of DS; periods of depression; a bit more Clomid; grieving, hurting, true bereavement ... and then finally the healing that came when it was ready, the realisation that consigning a part of myself to that cycle mean that part wasn't being spent on DS,DH or me. I truly hope that one day soon, you'll have the strength to write something lighthearted on the subject (keep it shorter than my post though, for goodness' sake!). All the best. :)