in a blink.
We all know how quickly they grow.
For me, the nostalgia unleashes a yearn to have a third. The start is so precious.
Yet when I’m asked, “Do you think you’ll have another one?”
I wrinkle my nose, shake my head, and evenly mouth, “nah.”
My life is full; our family feels complete.
I witness my friends’ growing bellies, watch my girls happily play with their pint-sized littles, and think I’m not that new mom anymore.
Aside from a pang of jealousy – those babies are just so delicious – I’m (mostly) good with that.
I’m the mom of school agers. This stage of parenthood is loaded with promise and adventure. It’s equally precious.
So, why is it that as I’m rounding the corner to 40 (I turn 39 in July), I’ve been obsessing with: Am I really done having babies?
It’s my doctor’s fault 🙂
In the past year, both my internist and my OB asked: “Are you considering more children? Now’s really the time if you are.”
They reminded me that our window was quickly closing and soon time will choose for us. Are we done? became a very real question.
I’ve always thought that two was my number. In my early twenties, I nannied a few summers for two boys. At the time, two kiddos felt right … balanced with my two hands. I managed hanging out with two smoothly.
Then we had the girls and I knew – two was my number.
In due diligence, my husband and I worked through the pros and cons of a third shortly after our youngest (now five) was born. We concluded that a family of four was a good fit for us.
Recently, my doctors poured water on the planted seed.
The finality. Are we really done having babies?
I was 90 percent sure the answer was non, but the now’s-the-time push re-opened the dialogue for us. We reworked through the yeas and nays and it solidified the nah for me. for him. for us.
I could say it’s age thing and no one would question, rather they’d likely think, You’re 38 … you have two healthy girls … makes sense.
But it’d be a half truth. I’m healthy and not one to feel old. Age isn’t stopping me.
With that, I’ll share the Six Ways I Ended the Heart V. Head Debate
The Weight Game: I can’t talk about THE pros and cons of one, two, three, four or more children – only my for and against logic. There is no formula as every family, every person, is different. We all have our own bodies, personalities, support, finances, energy levels, lifestyles, etc.
We worked through the weight game early on, but came back for a second round after my doctors broached the topic. The conclusion was the same. The cons outweighed the pros.
In the end, I think a lot of our decision has to do with my career and the salary it brings. If we had another child, I’d have to …
Bid Adieu to the French Teacher: A big factor for me is work. If I had three kiddos, I would quit teaching. I know I couldn’t handle teaching 112 personalities at school and three at home. It would put me over the edge. I know that in my heart. I’m at my threshold.
If I quit my career, not only would I lose a piece of my identity, but there goes my salary. With that, we say bye-bye to the many perks and stability a double income provides.
The Sweet Spot: The girls are five and eight. We’re enjoying travel, movie nights, sewing projects, pool dives, and just basically running free en famille. There’s so much I’m looking forward to at this stage of parenthood.
The girls are gaining independence. Not only are they out of diapers, but they can buckle themselves in the car and shut the car door. They can play in their camper playhouse while I clean a cabinet or make dinner. Veronica can pour her own milk.
I am so, so happy in my life right now – it’s the kind of happiness when you look around and know, this is it.
I want to guard that with my life. I can work with two. I don’t want to be split in three. I want to jump on the slide with them at the pool without worrying about a baby. If I had a baby in tow, I could watch, but not splash around in the way I want.
We are in a sweet spot that lasts but a few years. I think of adding another and then I fast forward four years, when the baby will be in the same sweet spot. At that point, Veronica will be 12 and Stella nine. I don’t want to lose our current sweet spot wrapped up in another child. I want to experience it now, when it’s happening – with our two girls.
I easily walk through the first three reasons – they are my brain, my logic.
But my heart, well, my heart has a harder time making the call my brain so easily makes. Here’s what was holding me back …
The Final Countdown: Calling it quits to having babies sort of feels like death to me. It’s probably odd to equate creating to dying, but ending the phase of reproduction is so definitive.
In life, there are so few huge decisions that have now-or-never time constraint. I’d wager it’s why when you ask most moms, “are you going to have any more kids?,” you’ll likely get a flip-flopped dance filled with contradiction and confusion.
I could go back college at 50 and study social psychology if I so wanted. Or we could pack up our belongings and move to Thailand when we’re 62. But we can’t turn back the years and have another baby.
For me, it’s a matter of learning to sit with the anxiety.
Let Go of Guilt: Call me Catholic, but there’s guilt. I felt terribly guilty for not wanting any more babies, because my God, I LOVE my babies. Something about not wanting more felt like an affront to the ones I have.
It’s a deeply rooted feeling of why not more? I’m the oldest of three and my husband is tucked in the middle of four, so two feels like we’re calling it early. I secretly wondered: Does this make me selfish that I want to call it quits after two? Is there something wrong with me that I only want two?
Or maybe it was the psychic that told me I had two boys waiting in the wings that kept me wondering. Could it be dogs instead of baby boys?
Either way, I kept coming back to: Will I regret this? When I’m 90, will I look back on my life and wish I’d had a larger family? I’ll have more visitors in my nursing home, that’s for certain.
I knew I needed free myself from my third-kid obsession and follow my heart. Be it another child or to sink into what we have. That’s when I used a friend’s technique of asking why and found my answer.
Ask Why, Why, Why: On Easter, I went for a bike ride on the beach with my husband. We chatted, laughed, pedaled hard against the wind, and I mentally re-walked through our list.
Why am I still thinking about about a third?
Mon Dieu, is it that new baby smell, the blissful hours spent nursing, the garbed noises that turn into clear sentences … those tiny toes?
No. Babies are beautiful, but I had savored those times with the girls and knew I was ready to leave all of that behind.
I kept asking why until I reached my answer. I discovered that it’s not the now. It’s the big family notion for the future. That’s what gets me every time.
It’s the could be instead of the what is.
It’s the future.
It’s the future that’s got a hold on me.
After the bike ride, we went to my husband’s cousins’ house for Easter dinner. They are in their mid-50’s and have no children. Yet their home was bustling that Sunday. It’s a home filled with celebrations, warmness, and people.
On Easter, it dawned on me. It’s the large, juicy life that I’m after. That’s not just our babies.
A full house doesn’t have to be about children, our children. A full house is about people – friends, family, near and far. It’s the connections.
As bittersweet as making the final call feels, I cannot imagine starting all over again. I’m wistful, but I’m done.
Two and Through as it were.
Have you made the “no more babies” decision? How did you make THE call?