Do you remember when you first started thinking about having a baby? Whether you were surprised by a pregnancy or spent ages planning one, you had nine months to think about the changes that were coming. But how do you know when you're finished adding to your family? Jill Anderson is the mother of a 6 1/2 year old, a 4 year old and a 6 1/2 month old who blogs at Diaper Diaries. Lately she's been thinking about this very question.
I am weaning my youngest child this week. He is 6 1/2 months old and has been nursed exclusively since birth. So as you might expect, he isn't really into taking the bottle. My husband has tried. My dad has tried. Finally yesterday after a lot of patience and effort my mom got him to take 4 ounces. And I squealed in celebration. Then promptly started to cry.
You see, I hadn't intended on weaning him this early, but due to some circumstances that didn't go the way I planned, I find myself needing to wean. And it has been an extremely difficult decision and process. Not because I think he won't do fine on formula or that there is some set number of months a child must nurse. I am struggling because I probably won't nurse a baby again.
When my husband and I got married we quickly agreed upon the number of kids we wanted. Four. After each child we have reevaluated, but it always has seemed like a good number. The other thing we have always agreed upon? We want to adopt. We feel really blessed and fortunate and want to bring a child into our loving family who might not have a loving family otherwise. And so here we stand with three kids of our own contemplating the possibility of being done having biological children. And my heart aches.
I should confess that I don't enjoy being pregnant. And the last two times it has been a bit more difficult to even get pregnant. I wish I could be one of those women who glows and barely gains weight and loves every second of having a life grow inside her. But the fact is I gain way too much weight, I get horrible heartburn, I whine my way through morning sickness and I am generally not a fun person to be around for nine months. Well I am tolerable in the middle three, but the first and last trimester, I think my hubby wanted to send me on a very long vacation. Each pregnancy.
But I love everything about having a baby. I don't even mind labor-- and for the record I have mine naturally. I love the first moment they put your baby on your chest. I have had an easy time nursing every baby. I have had three relatively easy and mild mannered babies. I don't mind the sleepless nights so much because the snuggles of a nursing baby in the darkness of night are so precious. And I find myself weepy at the idea that I won't ever have those moments again.
I take some comfort in knowing in my heart of hearts that we will have another child someday. Somewhere there will be a child that fits perfectly in our family. But I am not sure I cherished this last pregnancy enough. And I might have wished away too many moments of my kid's lives when they were babies waiting for them to get to the next phases when things would be a little easier. Now that I am stopping nursing I feel like I am losing a bit of myself. A part that I can't ever get back. The part that creates and nourishes a new life. But if I open myself up to the possibility of having another child does that mean we are destined to be a family of 5...of 6?
When will I feel as though I am done? Does one ever 100% know?
How did you know that your family was done?
Has anyone out there reached a decision about having more children? Do you know that you're finished adding to your family or do you feel like there are still more children waiting to come into your life?