Mums – my head and heart are killing me over whether to have another child – I need some expert ‘peer’ advice to decipher why on earth on the one hand I feel that I would love another child, and yet on the other I am racked with fear and anxiety.
Hubby and I have a 4yo daughter and 2yo son. They are perfect in everyway and we are so blessed. Even since my son was born I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that he wouldn’t be my last and now as he gets toward 3 I find myself permanently obsessed over having another baby. I am 40 so time is not on my side.
In my heart I know I could love another child. I feel the pangs when I think of holding a newborn and the magic of having a sweet little soul in our world. But two things absolutely wreck me with fear that I feel sick most days about the prospect.
One – how would this affect the relationship I have with my two kids now. My two kids are my world. I know all parents say that but my daughter is literally my best friend, we do everything together and have a special bond. I spend any time I can playing with them, reading to them, and snuggling them in bed. I love every bit of it. If anything happened to one of them I know I would literally struggle to survive. I love my husband but that love is nothing on my kids. Having another child would necessarily mean having less time with my kids now and that thought absolutely kills me. I read a comment someone posted about stopping at 2 children as they wanted to be able to ‘date’ their kids and I get that. I want days out with just each of them, overnight adventures and one day special mummy holidays. I spend 40 minutes with both of them before bed reading and talking – we are very close. How could I bring about a situation where that special time is less? With a third child I would need to increase my days at work so there would be less ‘home time’ again. The other part of this worry about my kids is that I would ultimately be giving them less at the end of the day. We could afford an overseas holiday some day with two but not three. One day any money they might get a house deposit will be a third less. It’s such an upsetting thought. Can the love of having another sibling really outweigh these considerations? What if they don’t get along with the sibling? What if is has extra needs? What if it burdens them?
Two – my husband is agreeing to try for number three for my sake. He is happy and done with two. But after a year of painful round and round discussions he said he can’t take it anymore and if this has to happen in order for me to move on then so be it. He says he could love another child, but it’s not his preferred choice to have it. Further complication is that we are infertile so any further child needs to come through IVF the same as the first two. After he agreed to it, I have contacted the clinic to start a treatment cycle but my anxiety whether this is the right thing to do is already through the roof and I haven’t start injections yet. I have said to him I need to feel supported and that we are in this together – essentially he says we are – you want a child and I want this process to be over with – whatever that results in. He is a great Dad and I know he could love another child but I realise it’s hardly the best place to be coming from. I know he ‘supports’ this process but I miss being on the same page as him and I can feel there is a certain ‘distance’ between us which I hate. Aside from this issue we are strong and parent well together. I know in time this will get better – but I also know I will need his support with having a newborn and the worry that’s not fair on him (even though he says he will be ‘all in’ if it happens) is contributing to my anxiety.
Ultimately since having my son I have always felt like something is missing, that I have more love to give, and when I wake in the morning I can often feel my heart yearning for another baby to love. But I just don’t’ know if I can get past these anxieties to follow that dream. I don’t’ want to regret not having that last child but I’m terrified it’s going to destroy the beautiful relationship I have with my kids. Are these valid concerns or just horrid anxiety? Please help.