1.How do you feel when you get your period?
Is it, relief or sadness? Last month my period was a welcome relief. I have a 10-month-old baby, a three-year-old, and an almost six-year-old. We’ve got enough going on! But this month it was different. I felt a little sad, and began to think, what if? What if our family is not quite complete yet? What if we had another baby?
2. How do you feel when you see a newborn? Do you feel love sɪᴄᴋ, or just sɪᴄᴋ? I see an infant, and my heart swells. An involuntary, “aww,” escapes my lips. I can’t help it! I love how a newborn smells, I love her soft, delicious skin. Babies are heaven, pure and simple. And having another one is starting to feel like the greatest idea ever!
3. What would life be like if you didn’t have another baby? Arrow straight through the heart. Ouch. No, the truth is I’ve felt conflicted about having another baby for a while. Life is great the way it is. Life is full. We are parents to three, beautiful, funny, silly, smart, wonderful girls. Why mess with what is working pretty darn well for us? When I think this way, another baby seems like a bad idea …
4. What is your biggest reason for wanting another baby?
Is something still missing? Or, is it just hard to imagine closing that door yet? There are so many reasons I want another baby. I still long to feel a baby kick inside of me. I yearn to hold a newborn in my arms, knowing that I did that; I made that. I have also loved, loved seeing how my children love, and care about each other. Being witness to their sisterly bond has been the greatest privilege of my life. I know that adding to our family would just bring more love, and joy.
5. What is your biggest fear about having another baby? I worry about tempting fate if we have another baby. Can I really be lucky enough to bring four healthy babies into the world? No one could be that lucky; it just isn’t Fᴀɪʀ Right? Sigh. I don’t know.
6. What do you picture your life to be like with another child? Is life ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ʜᴇᴄᴛɪᴄ or charmingly challenging? I don’t picture a sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ ʀᴇᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ with ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇs, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ children, me trembling, ɢʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢa too full glass of wine, crying in Fʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, as little people slowly take over my house, and my life. Instead, I see happiness. I picture smiles, hugs, cuddles, love and giggles. Oh, there’s ᴄʀᴀᴢɪɴᴇss too, believe you me. But mainly I hear The Beatles’ song “All You Need Is Love,” playing in my head when I imagine being a mom to four kids.