I’ve just tucked my 11 month old into bed, the night before she turns 1. Tonight, she just started walking.
Shes our third and final child. My hubby had the snip. My body broke bringing her into the world, as my pregnancies were near back to back.
We cannot afford anymore, nor fit them into our house or car.
Yet why, why do I still not feel “done”? I know that mentally I could not cope with another. I’m already burnt out from a 4 year old with behavioural issues, barely keeping up on housework and drained from sleep deprivation.
But oh how I miss those magical moments; the blue line on the test, the first heartbeat scan, finding out the gender for the first time, then oh meeting your baby for the first time. And all the wonderful firsts thereafter.
I wish I could just bottle it up and relive it all the time. I’m so not ready to be done. 😭