We’re thinking of having another baby.
There, I said it, and didn’t put any fluffiness around it like, ‘expanding our family,’ or some such nonesense. No, we’re talking about trying to get knocked up…sometime this summer, hopefully, to coincide with my teaching schedule next year. While best laid plans don’t always go how we want (Potamus was an oopsie 3 months early), we’re going to at least TRY. But the whole ordeal is giving me major anxiety, because I’m struggling in so many ways AS IT IS, that it seems ridiculous to think about bringing another child into my world of wacky.
Now, don’t get me wrong, half of what I write about is my own perspective of the crazy, because Boof looks at me and says, “you’re a good mom,” and from someone who’s stingy with compliments, I know he means it. It means I’m probably a pretty good mom, to one kid, most of the time. But I wonder…how will that look if we add another munchkin into the mix?
So here are a few things that I’ve been mulling over, and talked with Boof about last night:
1. I want a daughter VS I want a sibling for Potamus
I know that most people are all about “oh, I want a happy healthy baby,” but I really would like a daughter. I don’t know why…maybe karmic replay of the relationship of my mom/me or my birthmom/me? Perhaps? Maybe I have fantasies about her being just like me and me getting to see myself growing up before my eyes and can provide a way for her to feel safe and nurtured and not like the epic weirdo. I see the relationships that my MIL has with my SILs and think, “hmm, that could be me someday.” Or maybe I think that pink onesies and Easter outfits and ballet slippers are SO FREAKING ADORABLE that they’re messing with my head. I want to be a mom of a son and a daughter.
Boof wants a sibling for Potamus.
Well, technically he wants a sister for Potamus.
While he admits he wants a girl, a daughter, he’s more selfless in wanting that sibling for our son. I think that having another child will be a potential side-perk for our son, but really, it’s because I want to have a daughter and a son, like I mention above.
Does wanting a daughter, rather than wanting a “healthy baby” make me sound like a horrible person?
I’m afraid of many things. Before we had Potamus I worried about being a mom and having energy, and now I see that I worried
almost needlessly. I’m a pretty good mom. And Boof’s a pretty good dad. And we have a pretty good kid. Our life is lovely, right now, and I worry that the fear of adding another is clouding my ability to simply enjoy the moment as a family of 3 + dog. I also worry about #1 and think…if I had a son, I know I’d love him to bits, but I am afraid of being a mom of two sons. Two boys. Two boys + a husband. Two boys + a husband + a male dog. For a woman with a bent toward the masculine, anyway, that image makes me feel both exhilerated at the thought (YAY ROUGH AND TUMBLE, BOY STEREOTYPES!) and also push me into the opposite (there’s a reason I’ve showered and worn mascara every day since Potamus was born…I need to feel other like a mother and that, in my mind, is feminine and homemakery).
3. Love. Patience. & other Parenting things that freak me out…
I know I’m a mom, but the older Potamus gets, the more I feel like myself again…aka that introvert who loves sipping coffee and reading on the couch. I’ve gotten some time in the past week to do that and it feels SO GOOD. I worry that bringing another life into our family will mean holding off on all of those things, AGAIN, and that seems sad. And yet, on the other hand, really? Am I really thinking about not having a kid because I want to read some books? I mean, come on Monk-Monk, that’s just silly.
But there’s something, in my head, about being a mom of one that seems less threatening than being a mom of two. One kid you can reason with. Two means being pulled in two different directions. Twice as much mess and playdates and sporting events. That seems like twice as much work and cutting me in half, leaving how much for…me? Selfish, sure, but a worry I have.
The love, though, is something I’m not worried about (but previously was). We were laying there talking and it blurted out, “I’m not worried about there not being enough love to go around, but enough patience to go around.”
Patience is not really my strong suit. I hate waiting, which is why WAITING to even get pregnant is driving me insanse. I’d rather plunge into the unknown, otherwise I sit in a puddle of anxiety. But seriously, when we say my “patience is wearing thin,” I think of life with two kids. Does patience, like love, expand to fit when more enter the family brood? Is patience a finite resource that I might use up the day before our new potential new baby enters the scene?
I realize that my impatience is the space between what I want to have happen and what is actually happening, so I wonder if I dial back my expectations and give up the idea that sleep is important, that my patience will expand to meet the demand? I don’t know, I worry about that, though.
For all of you two+ families, how did you make the decision to add to your brood? What were your fears? For those of you in a similar place or having decided “one’s enough, thanks”, what prompted you to make that decision?
Wanting a daughter instead of just a healthy baby does not make you terrible. You’re completely normal. I wanted a boy and was a little let down when I found out I was having a girl. But once I knew, I never looked back and she was right for me. I really do think you get what you need even if you don’t think so at the time. 🙂 Good luck in your decision!
I hit enter before I finished. Sorry! We have decided to stick to our one because we’re just happy with her. We played with the idea of giving her a sibling, but we just feel like we can give one a more quality life than we could two.
Yeah, I definitely resonate with the sticking with 1 kiddo because of time and quality and really just getting to BE with them. I think of that with Potamus and am sad that I kinda want 2, becuase 1 is super awesome (mostly). We’ll see, though, if it doesn’t happen this summer or next we’re not going to keep trying, I’m too tired to work too hard at getting knocked up 😉
i have a lot of similar thoughts and worries all the time, so i’m curious what other people will have to say!
i think in the future i would only want one. i like having free time and privacy, and i just feel that i would be happier and do a better job of parenting if it was just with one. i worry about the gender issue, too. i only want a boy. if you google “how to have a baby ___” there appears to be some tricks that increase your odds.
my friend who has two young children says that if she wasn’t a single parent, her daughters would be easier. from what i can see, having two isn’t twice as hard as one. a lot of their needs are easily grouped together, and the older one is more independent so she gets to focus on the baby. my friend definitely has patience, though, especially when the toddler is throwing tantrums, or when they’re both sick. it’s amazing to watch her handle them, and it makes me realize that two is manageable (barely), but more than two would definitely be too many for me. i don’t know how anyone has 3+ kids!
Yeah, 3+ seems crazy, though once you get up in numbers like that 19 kids and Counting lady…well that seems more manageable, like an assembly line 😉
My introvertedness comes out when I think about having kids and needing my personal time. Though I’m actually okay interacting with Potamus, it’s the whining that grates on my nerves.
yeah, i can’t stand my friend’s toddler’s whining! i know she will learn to express herself better and the whining will diminish, but it wouldn’t be fun to listen to, that’s for sure.
Psst, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I really wanted a girl this birth but just didn’t wanna admit it after people asking. 😉
Well, I’m no prime example of mommy ing two littles without making it seem like a circus so I’m keeping mum. Hehe
Yeah, people are SO judgy. It’s not like you wouldn’t have loved a second son, but Lanoy is just so freaking adorbz that of course you had to have a girl!!!
omg, you so crazy!! better you than me 🙂