OK, I have been trawling the Mumsnet site and have taken part in some debates regarding being the parent to an 'only' child but really haven't got to the bottom of my situation, which is eating away at me somewhat. Maybe someone out there might have some wise words?
I am 46 and after one abortion (I wasn't with my husband then) and five miscarriages (with my current husband) I conceived a healthy child and she was born a month before my 42nd birthday. I should have been thrilled as she was very much wanted and happened naturally. But I crashed and suffered terrible PND and my daughter was one of those kids who doesn't sleep. And I mean -- she really didn't sleep. I was lucky to get three hours of sleep in 24 for the first year. I vowed I would never have another child as I really struggled for the 1st 18 months or so.
Being old and having had so many miscarriages I never thought I would conceive again. At the age of 43, when my DD was 14 months old, I did. I knew I should have been happy as so many women out there are trying to conceive at that age but I fell into a lowness, maybe even a mild depression. I felt bereft and stunned. My DD still wasn't sleeping much, I had only just stopped breastfeeding and was starting to feel like 'me' again. Also I was trying to get my career back on track. My husband goes away a lot for work, and we have a tiny house, very little money, and no family in this country. So it was with all these factors running around in my head I decided to have a termination (I did seek counselling but it was rubbish and unhelpful) as I just felt I couldn't go through with a traumatic birth (my first one had been awful and traumatic) and another sleepless child. My DH did want the second baby and kept saying we would 'muddle through'. I felt resentful at his attitude as his life had changed very little since our DD arrived, and yet mine had been shattered by her arrival.
But now that she is four and a half, and everyone around me is onto their second or third child, I feel as if I have made a HUGE mistake. If I had never gotten pregnant with the 2nd child in the first place I think I would be happy, as I love my DD, I love my DH and I love my work. These 3 aspects of my life work well together. But, the fact I could have given my DD a sibling (and she would like one, she has made that clear) is what is eating away at me. I feel I have let her down (on a good day) and that I have pretty much ruined her life (on a bad day). Seeing her playing alone or watching her observe her friends with siblings breaks my heart. "She could be kissing her little brother or sister" I think to myself. But she is destined to never know what sibling love will feel like. This is something I find impossible to deal with.
Any thoughts or ideas would be really appreciated.