I felt the same when I was told my second, and final baby was going to be another boy.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want a boy, it was just that I knew it meant that I was never going to experience what it was like to have a daughter.
I felt tearful when I was told during the scan but I plastered a smile on my face so nobody thought I was an awful person.
Over the next few days I let the news digest and I reflected on why having a girl was so important to me and I concluded that it was actually for quite selfish reasons … it was all about me wanting to have a daughter, that was it. I don’t even know why I so badly wanted a daughter, it was probably something really pathetic like I just wanted to see what she would look like and whether she’d look like me and have the same personality as me.
I then started thinking about my own childhood as I have a sister and she is my best friend, she has always been my best friend from when we were little girls together. I won’t go into depth about how special my relationship is with her but I 100% believe that a huge part of why our relationship is so amazing is because we are the same sex.
So then I started thinking about the wonderful boy I already had and what having another boy would mean to him. I started to think about what I wanted for him instead of what I wanted for myself.
I imagined what his childhood would be like growing up with a brother, and the potential life-long relationship he could have with a brother in the same way I have with my sister.
And that’s when the excitement really started to kick him because I felt such happy anticipation for the potentially amazing sibling relationship he may have with his brother.
And oh my god, my boys absolutely ADORE each other. They are 9 and 7 and they simply can’t be separated. They always tell each other that they love each other, they kiss each other at bedtime and when they part ways at the school gate. They are always telling me (and each other) that they are each others best friend and they never stop laughing together.
When they were younger and I watched their relationship get stronger and stronger I felt like I would burst with love - I was so, so happy seeing their relationship play out just like mine and my sisters had.
And like with me and my sister, I believe the reason my sons have such a special relationship is because they are the same sex……they like the same activities, they do the same hobbies, they go out together to the same places etc and it just makes them exceptionally close.
Although I was disappointed at first I am now so, so, glad that I had a boy. I may have missed out on the experience of having a daughter, but in its place my two sons get to experience life as being brothers and that more than makes up for it.
I absolutely adore my boys and I always say that if I ever got pregnant again then I’d definitely want a third boy.
My friend has 4 boys and they are all so close and they are like little clones of each other - it’s adorable and I am slightly jealous 😂
My second son was born via emergency c-section because his heart rate had dropped dangerously low and I genuinely thought I wasn’t going to have a live baby at the end of it, and in that moment of absolute fear for my baby’s life I realised how little a baby’s sex matters in the grand scheme of things. I was so scared for him that I wouldn’t have even cared if he came out with two heads and a tail as long as he was alive.
Don’t feel guilty for having this reaction, you’re only human after all, but it will not last and you will love your new baby so much. You will find your positives x