Hi all,
So long story short I have PCOS, married 9 years, together 14, have a three year old little boy. Always wanted two kids. Had three losses before our son. Had another loss in May. About to meet fertility consultant this week.
However I am having serious doubts. I turn 39 and husband turns 43 early next year. We are genuinely quite tired with the baby journey and not excited about the prospect of another, and above all we absolutely love life with our son.
honestly we are very good parents, I don’t say that with an ego, but definitely the fact our little boy is the miracle we wondered for a long time wouldn’t happen, has helped us in terms of gratitude, love and patience. Our son is a very happy, very confident and very secure according to his nursery. He’s genuinely a very bright, stubborn and hilarious little guy and we just couldn’t be prouder or love him more. I truly adore being his mam. 🥰
we have two brilliant jobs, financially quite secure and overall I we are just happy. But there is something in both of us that worries if we don’t go again that we’ll regret it in years to come.
however more recently something has switched that makes me wonder will I regret messing up our lovely dynamic. My husband is a bit ocd, anxious and being a dad took some adjusting to because he just takes the responsibility very seriously to the point of it being quite overwhelming. However now he’s settled into it he loves our life, but finds it relentless.
we don’t have a village, both our sets of parents have health issues etc. my siblings are way older with kids at completely different stages and my husband is an only child.
I dunno just currently feel like we’re both getting our bodies back to good health, we have a good balance and aren’t exhausted. Our marriage is brilliant despite the hardship of infertility. And I dunno I’m just really happy as we are and think despite things, we make life work very nicely with the three of us.
my baby losses devastated me, and to be honest I don’t know will I ever figure out is the issue that I don’t want more kids, or if our journey to become parents has me so physically and emotionally drained have I just given up? I’m sad but I also am thinking maybe the universe is really trying to tell me something.
I’m just lost. Today we minded my best friend’s one year old and the whole time I just though, got I hate having to split my attention and wow I really don’t want to go back to the age again.
theres just a lot of worry and doubt. Our friends in the thick of two kids are all exhausted and dare I say it miserable. Cost of living crisis means even my high earner friends are broke.
My sister also has two kids, and her youngest has severe special needs - she has never held back in telling me to enjoy what we have. This definitely makes me worry a bit that with so many unknowns with a second, that we risk ruining our lovely life. I know that’s harsh but I’m being honest.
But then despite all this we both worry that in ten years we’ll massively regret not giving things one last attempt at trying. Ugh it’s such a minefield.
anyway sorry for the babble. im not even making any sense. I am just keen for any input from anyone on if they’ve been in the same boat and how they made the decision to stop and what was the moment it finally clicked for certain?
please - no harsh comments thanks. If I sound smug it’s probably because I’m so traumatised from our losses that I’ve just learned to be happy with what we have. I’m being vulnerable and honest. I just want some kind honesty back.