When to call it quits
Hi everyone,
I’m in a strange place right now. There’s part of me that wants to go to the ends of the earth to have another child, i.e. donor eggs or adoption, then there’s the other side that thinks I’m done and that my life is complete with just Maggie.
I seem to flip flop daily if not several times a day between the two.
I often wonder if the overwhelming drive to have another isn’t brought on by the grief/guilt of loosing the last pregnancy as I often feel the extra pull after I think about him and how old he’d be right now. Or sometimes I worry that God or the powers that be (whatever you believe in) have decided to punish me because of things I do, like maybe I lost my patience on Maggie when she takes 30 min to put pants on. Most days I can snap out of that one pretty fast but somedays it takes some pretty big reasoning to realize that there’s no reason that I would be held to such impossible standards when there are people all over the world who actually yell or are worse to their children and yet they have no problem conceiving. I think subconsciously I worry that things won’t be right with God and I until we conceive again. I get that that’s irrational as it’s not like I chose that there would be something wrong with him, nor did I do anything to cause it, I think it’s just because it’s been such a hard road since.
I do also know how wonderful of a life Maggie would still have if she was an only. She is so very loved and she knows it. In fact if you were to ask Maggie on any given day if she wants a sibling or if she wants mommy to have a baby she would probably give you a great big resounding “No”. She loves being just the three of us. She prefers to play by herself and has an amazing imagination. She’s incredibly empathetic to the point that it’s almost a problem because when she sees another child crying it makes her cry.
Not to mention almost everyone I know who is having a second right now complains about how the older one is acting out and is scratching/hitting the baby or is just throwing all kinds of tantrums. I also know the joy having a sibling brings and how nice it is to have someone who can relate.
I have the experience of being both as my sister and I are 10 years apart, so there we times that it was like we were two only children, but now we talk and are quite close.
I just don’t know which is the right choice for our family. I know both hold so much potential, both positive and negative. So I guess only time will tell.
Last night hubby and I had a discussion about the option of donor eggs. It’s a wonderful option because the child would still be related to him and I would get to carry the baby and give birth so the bonding would be there. The huge downsides are of course the cost as well as the child not being related to me, also there is no guarantee that it would work. There is a VERY good chance, as the donors are often very young and the pregnancy rate is based on their age not mine, but no guarantee. In some ways I worry that this is just tempting fate. IVF with my eggs I see as just helping nature out, but this would be different. I was the one who brought the idea to hubby, and I even had him convinced (He’d be willing to do whatever it took to make me happy), but as is often the case I’ve flip flopped back to questioning it. So in the end we decided to save like mad over the next year and then revisit the idea as there’s no time limit for it, well there is but I’m about 20 years away from the cutoff for donor eggs so time isn’t a factor in that sense, it would just be the gap between Maggie and the baby. Also this will give us a year either for nature to take it’s course and maybe we’ll be lucky enough to get pregnant or for us to be ok with just having one, which I can potentially see happening too. But in a year if I still have this overwhelming desire we’ll have some money to try.
I really just wish it was easy.
I know far too many people who got pregnant by accident or tried for one month or so and got pregnant. Heck I was in both of those categories until this last year. I just wish it was easier.
So I’m not sure where we go from here. One day at a time I guess.
Lots of love,
Evalee