jonnathing
New member
Hi Community! We just gave away all of the best of our gear from about 0 to 2 years. It couldn’t have gone to a better home; we gave it to the person who saved our sanity by being an amazing nanny and friend in the beginning of Covid lockdown. But I’m feeling an overwhelming grief at settling into acceptance of being one and done.
Like many people here, my spouse and I planned on having 2 kids. It took us three years and three pregnancies to have a birth. My pregnancy was brutal, then had a failed induction with a C-section and I have been struggling with health problems ever since (my kid is 4). I had chronic illnesses prior to the pregnancy. Several of them got worse during and after and I have developed a few new ones since then. I’ve had 2 other immobilizing surgeries, about 4 or 5 procedures in the last 3 years and I’m evaluating when I’m going to do the next surgeries that are needed.
There have been very few moments in the last 5 years where it has been remotely conceivable to even consider taking on more responsibility through another attempt at pregnancy or adoption. Having two parents work full-time and manage my chronic illnesses is more than a full plate with a preschooler. Layering in the absence of a village and reliable childcare with the pandemic the last two years, I cannot even conceive of feeling like I could consider doing more. I am exhausted, burned out, and struggling to improve my health.
The truth is I know I’m going to regret either decision. If we had another kid, it would definitely be more than we could handle with my health issues. But I know I’m going to regret not having another and the window of opportunity is closing due to age.
I have always lived my life determined to find a way to achieve my highest priority goals despite any obstacles. It really feels like I’m admitting defeat by not even trying for what I want (but know we can’t handle). My spouse says that this is just a mature thing to do; to respect our limits, preserve our family wellbeing, and do what we can to take care of the wonderful family that we have. I don’t disagree, but I’m still sitting here so sad at the reality that there isn’t going to be another baby. And our kid is going to keep asking for one like she has been for the last year plus, twisting the knife.
I know that many people here are one and done because that’s what they really want for their family, others are here due to infertility, while others are probably more like me quitting while they’re ahead. For those of you who want more children than you can have or think you can handle, how do you make peace with the grief?
Like many people here, my spouse and I planned on having 2 kids. It took us three years and three pregnancies to have a birth. My pregnancy was brutal, then had a failed induction with a C-section and I have been struggling with health problems ever since (my kid is 4). I had chronic illnesses prior to the pregnancy. Several of them got worse during and after and I have developed a few new ones since then. I’ve had 2 other immobilizing surgeries, about 4 or 5 procedures in the last 3 years and I’m evaluating when I’m going to do the next surgeries that are needed.
There have been very few moments in the last 5 years where it has been remotely conceivable to even consider taking on more responsibility through another attempt at pregnancy or adoption. Having two parents work full-time and manage my chronic illnesses is more than a full plate with a preschooler. Layering in the absence of a village and reliable childcare with the pandemic the last two years, I cannot even conceive of feeling like I could consider doing more. I am exhausted, burned out, and struggling to improve my health.
The truth is I know I’m going to regret either decision. If we had another kid, it would definitely be more than we could handle with my health issues. But I know I’m going to regret not having another and the window of opportunity is closing due to age.
I have always lived my life determined to find a way to achieve my highest priority goals despite any obstacles. It really feels like I’m admitting defeat by not even trying for what I want (but know we can’t handle). My spouse says that this is just a mature thing to do; to respect our limits, preserve our family wellbeing, and do what we can to take care of the wonderful family that we have. I don’t disagree, but I’m still sitting here so sad at the reality that there isn’t going to be another baby. And our kid is going to keep asking for one like she has been for the last year plus, twisting the knife.
I know that many people here are one and done because that’s what they really want for their family, others are here due to infertility, while others are probably more like me quitting while they’re ahead. For those of you who want more children than you can have or think you can handle, how do you make peace with the grief?