I don't know why but I've been really suffering (crying, depressed) for several weeks over this. I've been semi-OK with it before recently.
I never wanted to have kids at all. DH was neutral on the topic--whatever I wanted, fine. Then, at age 30, I suddenly decided I wanted one. DH agreed, and we were pregnant right away.
Well, it turns out I have a rare autoimmune disorder that is incompatiable with pregnacy (which remains unsymptomatic until one becomes pregnant). Most women with my disorder get very sick in the second trimester and cannot carry a child long enough for it to survive. As soon as I got sick, though, my OB/GYN transferred me to a high-risk hospital, where I stayed for several weeks, on a CNS suppressant to prevent a stroke or seizure, and developing kidney and liver dysfunction, before delivering my 2-pound preemie by emergency c-section. While I was at the hospital, which is a high-risk OB hospital specializing in this sort of thing, one other woman there with my illness died (her baby was in the NICU with mine, and the nurses told me she hadn't been as sick as I was). Understandably, all of this freaked out me and DH to no end.
Long story short, 8 years later, my DD is wonderful! Absolutely healthy and perfect.
My health has been poor since the pregnancy. I had severe hypertension for years after the pregnancy (which is very bad--there is a high stroke incidence at a young age in my family). I developed arthritis and Crohn's disease (other autoimmune disorders, which apparently got turned on by my pregnancy), I have had to have part of my intestines surgically removed.
But I LOVE being a Mom. It turns out I'm really good at it. It's come so naturally to me.
When DD was about 3 or 4, I went back to the OB/GYN group to talk about the possibilities of having another child. They very vehemently said ABSOLUTELY NO WAY should I risk it. They said I had 100% chance of getting sick again, and it would probably be worse next time. They said I would likely leave my child motherless. And of course I know that, and I didn't really want another one anyway, knowing that I could have a stroke and become disabled, or the baby probably could be disabled (DD only had a 25% chance of being "normal" as it was). But I always had in the back of my mind that it did work out OK in the end, and maybe it would one more time.
DH, of course, has been 100% against another child since DD's birth . . . which is so sad, he is a wonderful dad. As he says, he doesn't want to be a single dad, and would rather have a wife and DD than 2 DCs but not me.
We actually had a pregnancy scare when DD was 3, and I was TERRIFIED, not happy at all. DH was so terrified of getting me pregnant again he had a vasectomy.
Since then I've had pangs of wanting another, but lately, I feel just awful about DD not having a sibiling. Which I know is ridiculous!
I grew up with 3 siblings and found it horrible. I always wished I were an only child. We still fight more than we get along.
Every adult only child I know either says they loved being an only or it didn't affect their lives negatively in any way.
Even more importantly, DD LOVES being an only child. She gets very upset when DH and I talk about adoption (which we kick around from time to time, but neither of us really want to do). She's not missing out on anything--she loves traveling with us, has lots of friends, loves school, and tends to be an introverted person who needs her alone/down time. So, really suited to an only child life.
I know a large family would never be something I would want to live in again . . . but I think two kids, spaced 3-4 years apart, would have been ideal for my family. And now, I feel like my DD as an adult will be so alone when DH and I are dead. And I am probably not going to live a long life now, with all my medical problems. I just wish I would be leaving her with a sister or brother
.
Please tell me I haven't ruined DD's life by being scared to risk another birth.
I never wanted to have kids at all. DH was neutral on the topic--whatever I wanted, fine. Then, at age 30, I suddenly decided I wanted one. DH agreed, and we were pregnant right away.
Well, it turns out I have a rare autoimmune disorder that is incompatiable with pregnacy (which remains unsymptomatic until one becomes pregnant). Most women with my disorder get very sick in the second trimester and cannot carry a child long enough for it to survive. As soon as I got sick, though, my OB/GYN transferred me to a high-risk hospital, where I stayed for several weeks, on a CNS suppressant to prevent a stroke or seizure, and developing kidney and liver dysfunction, before delivering my 2-pound preemie by emergency c-section. While I was at the hospital, which is a high-risk OB hospital specializing in this sort of thing, one other woman there with my illness died (her baby was in the NICU with mine, and the nurses told me she hadn't been as sick as I was). Understandably, all of this freaked out me and DH to no end.
Long story short, 8 years later, my DD is wonderful! Absolutely healthy and perfect.
My health has been poor since the pregnancy. I had severe hypertension for years after the pregnancy (which is very bad--there is a high stroke incidence at a young age in my family). I developed arthritis and Crohn's disease (other autoimmune disorders, which apparently got turned on by my pregnancy), I have had to have part of my intestines surgically removed.
But I LOVE being a Mom. It turns out I'm really good at it. It's come so naturally to me.
When DD was about 3 or 4, I went back to the OB/GYN group to talk about the possibilities of having another child. They very vehemently said ABSOLUTELY NO WAY should I risk it. They said I had 100% chance of getting sick again, and it would probably be worse next time. They said I would likely leave my child motherless. And of course I know that, and I didn't really want another one anyway, knowing that I could have a stroke and become disabled, or the baby probably could be disabled (DD only had a 25% chance of being "normal" as it was). But I always had in the back of my mind that it did work out OK in the end, and maybe it would one more time.
DH, of course, has been 100% against another child since DD's birth . . . which is so sad, he is a wonderful dad. As he says, he doesn't want to be a single dad, and would rather have a wife and DD than 2 DCs but not me.
We actually had a pregnancy scare when DD was 3, and I was TERRIFIED, not happy at all. DH was so terrified of getting me pregnant again he had a vasectomy.
Since then I've had pangs of wanting another, but lately, I feel just awful about DD not having a sibiling. Which I know is ridiculous!
I grew up with 3 siblings and found it horrible. I always wished I were an only child. We still fight more than we get along.
Every adult only child I know either says they loved being an only or it didn't affect their lives negatively in any way.
Even more importantly, DD LOVES being an only child. She gets very upset when DH and I talk about adoption (which we kick around from time to time, but neither of us really want to do). She's not missing out on anything--she loves traveling with us, has lots of friends, loves school, and tends to be an introverted person who needs her alone/down time. So, really suited to an only child life.
I know a large family would never be something I would want to live in again . . . but I think two kids, spaced 3-4 years apart, would have been ideal for my family. And now, I feel like my DD as an adult will be so alone when DH and I are dead. And I am probably not going to live a long life now, with all my medical problems. I just wish I would be leaving her with a sister or brother
.Please tell me I haven't ruined DD's life by being scared to risk another birth.









well the first thing to do is to address that. St. John's Wort has helped me a lot in the past but prescriptions work better for some people.

. I never look at it that way, but DH used to say something like that to me after I had DD . . . I'd be so down on myself for having such a horrible pregnancy, and his view was always, "You shouldn't even be able to have had a child! But you DID! And she's PERFECT!" Thank you for reminding me of that angle. My body may not be made to have children, but it did survive a huge onslaught, and give me enough extra weeks of gestation to have a living child.