When things are good/easy, I think ‘this is so good, why am I in a hurry to add another child’? Meg plays by herself beautifully (in fact, she gets annoyed if I try to play with her – they’re HER toys, mommy no touch). She eats real food (by herself) and drinks whole milk (it still amazes me I can just take it out of the fridge instead of pumping).
When things are bad/hard, I think ‘why would I want to add another child’? Meg had a really bad night Sunday and Monday was one of the worst days I’ve had in awhile at work. I could not stay awake. If I had another baby, I’d feel like that all the time!
When I get an unexpected perk of having only one kid, I think ‘why am I in a hurry to have another’? Last Thursday night, Meg was up most of the night (I HATE TEETH), but still got up at 6. By 7, she was exhausted and went back to sleep. So did I. It was amazing. If I had another baby, I couldn’t do that!
When I got sick this last week, I was excited to be able to take any medicine I wanted. Decongestants, cough suppressants, the good stuff. I didn’t have to weigh how much I needed it against how much of it would get into my breastmilk. I didn’t have to take less effective medicines because they were better for the baby. And I thought, ‘why would I sign up for another 9 months of pregnancy and 1 year of breastfeeding?’ I need to take a break and enjoy having my body to myself!
So, it seems in every situation I pretty much think ‘why would I want another baby right now?’ I love having an only child, I love sleep, and I really appreciate cough medicine. But here’s the thing: I love babies. And I want another one. And even though there are a ton of reasons to wait (and, actually, we probably will), I want one NOW! (Well, nine months from now, I mean)