I have a lovely little boy, he's 5. No more for us due to my health. I love being a mum, I cling on to every second with my son because I know I'll never get to experience it again. I know how lucky I am but at times I have such a heavy heart. I'd love to do it again. The silly thing is that he's (so far) very happy as an only, he's never said he's lonely or bored, never asked for a sibling. It's me with the problem! I just wonder if I'll look back in my old age and feel sad that I couldn't have another. I suspect I will.