Ok, child is in bed, spouse is back at work, house is…almost ready for the cleaner who is coming tomorrow in advance of hosting overnight guests for thanksgiving.
I don’t have a coherent thesis on this topic, just a lot of rambling thoughts that may very well offend someone. Sorry!
Spouse and I were both on the fence about kids in general, although I’ve always said I wanted 0, 1, or a full gaggle (4-5).
For me personally, two kids never felt like the right answer. I think it probably comes down to my own family systems, and seeing those around me. I’m the oldest of two, and my sister is extremely different than I am. It was pretty much impossible for there not to be comparisons in a way that was harmful to both of us. My parents were always good about verbally saying they didn’t have favorites, they loved us both the most, that every individual is special, etc. etc. But…there was no getting around the fact that I was the easy, rule-following, academically inclined kid and my sister had bigger emotions, more academic struggles, etc. I’ve never felt that I could have navigated the situation better as an adult than my parents did. They were trying to do the right things but it still turned out that way. As adults I’m friendly with my sister and happy to see her, but we still don’t ‘click’ in the way that some siblings feel close.
Obviously I’m just guessing, but for me it felt like with a gaggle there would be enough variety in personalities that there could be differences and similarities that were celebrated. This is probably also the case if the kids are much father apart in age that I was with my sister?
On the other hand, my spouse was an only child and had no negative emotions around it. Partially this is just his nature. He’s very go with the flow and can always find something interesting to entertain himself with. He didn’t have very involved parents so another kid in his situation could have been very lonely, but he was all for just one kid if we decided to have any.
Spouse also puts his entire self into everything he does and is stressed when he can’t give something his all. I see him struggling to keep up with work and family and sleep and the household and I think a second child would break him. Today he took the morning off to take Pipsqueak to the dr. then was planning to work through bedtime but missed us too much so he came home for an hour before bedtime and then went back to work afterwards because he has to get things done.
**CW for infertility and lots of pregnancy/birth issues below this point:**
And then of course there’s the infertility and pregnancy elephants in the room. Extremely early menopause runs in the family and I got the short straw. We spent too long debating the 0 vs 1 kid question and that took away any remaining options for extra kids. Pipsqueak was a miracle child who was conceived without assistance while we were debating whether to take the gamble on IVF (we were advised to plan for at least retrieval 3 cycles with a ~15% cumulative chance of success across three cycles). Three years ago when we were doing testing I had…pretty much no eggs left. So now the odds are even worse lol.
Add to all of that the fact that I have a huge amount of trauma around my pregnancy and birth. I found out I was pregnant one week before the 2020 lockdowns started, I had a suspected ectopic, multiple large bleeds from an SCH that could have been miscarriages. All of this during a time that I was actively afraid to go into an elevator, go into the doctors office, etc. because no one knew if we were masking, not masking, etc. Spouse came to my first appointment and then had to wait in the car. Needless to say I had ridiculously high anxiety throughout the pregnancy. I ended up giving birth via emergency c-section to a breach baby with a double nuchal chord and a first Apgar score of 2 during the height of the first really bad wave in LA (Oct’20). They kept me in triage for 3 hours (after my water broke and I was in active labor with a confirmed breech pregnancy), without my spouse (covid policy), no visit from an OB for the entire time, and no cell service so it took text messages 5-10 minutes to get through and I couldn’t actually call anyone for assistance. When they finally agreed to call my doctor after my 100th plea I was in surgery within 20 minutes because my doctor rushed over at 2am. Once we were in a room, we literally couldn’t leave it until we were discharged. Then we navigated the fourth trimester almost completely alone because covid cases were terrible and my family had to interact with the public for their jobs.
I just…can’t do that ever again even if I can get pregnant.