Hello, wasn't really sure where to post this, hoping for some advice.
I have a lovely DS (4) with my DH of ten years. I had decided to try again for another baby when DS was 2 but the day after I came off my pill I ended up in hospital with meningitis and it has been a slow road to feeling normal again. Only at the end of last year did I feel ready to try again. I decided to try again and had a miscarriage.
The crux of the issue that I need help with is that ever since my Ds was born I have been unable to decide whether having another child is the right thing to do. I have moments of clarity that I do and then i start to doubt it again when thing go wrong. I had postnatal depression, my ds didn't sleep until he was three and a half, my husband was always abroad or busy with work and never there and it put a big strain on my marriage and on my health. No family near by. Friends mostly didnt have children and I felt very alone. I was/am running my own business, doing two other jobs and with a Child that wouldn't sleep and a DH that is hopeless with babies, the result was getting Sick.
I changed my life, moved to the country, now see lovely DH at weekends (he is still in the city). I work three mornings a week, sleep a lot more, have more space and time now and felt ready to try again. (Though I do still have occasional fatigue if I don't pace myself carefully. I also have to sleep at least eight or nine hours at night or my brain starts to go funny again.)
However, After the miscarriage in January, something strange happened. I was incredibly happy to be pregnant and felt it was definitely the right thing to do, but as the hormones left my body I started to feel familiar anxiety and abyss feelings I had after ds's birth. Remembering it all has made me unsure whether I am doing the right thing. I would essentially be doing it alone as Dh is always away. The other thing to mention is that DH really doesn't want another - he feels our DS is wonderful and everything we need. He's just getting to a stage where they really enjoy each other's company and he can't bear to go back to the hell we were in before. I can't decide what to do. I am scared I can't manage again, but am also scared of regretting it forever if I dont. I should also mention as it's quite important that my husband is thirty years older than me, he is early sixties and I am 35 - this doesn't make he matter anymore straightforward. Would so love some helpful thoughts on this dilemma that keeps going round and round without any kind of resolution in sight. Sorry for LONG post...