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I am not sure whether this belongs in Fertility, Parents as Partners, Family Planning, or where, so I'll put it here.<br><br>
I am wondering if anyone here is in a similar situation. Because I am feeling pretty alone...<br><br>
We have two boys, ages 4 and almost 2. I want one more child (I think ?). Three has always been my ideal number. Also, I am the third and youngest from my family. Three is what would feel complete to me. Two feels like stopping before I have finished.<br><br>
I just turned 38. DH has been insisting on stopping at two since we had our oldest. He wanted to schedule a v. while I was pregnant with the second and I talked him down from it. Early this month, a close friend lost a son due to complications from birth. His response was to actually scheduled a v. He said he can't go through all the worrying again. I became an emotional wreck, because it was just too much for me to deal with. He has put it off until the beginning of the year when we will have better insurance and I have had time to get mentally stable so I can deal with it.<br><br>
Since my friend lost her baby and DH put a deadline on this whole v thing, and my birthday which was also this month, I have been really depressed. My emotions are all over the place. I range from deep wrenching sadness, to logical acceptance, to resignation, to fierce burning anger, to desperation, then fear, to not knowing what to do, and then back to sadness.<br><br>
Logically from the outside, it is easy to say that if the DH doesn't agree to another, it's not right to push for one. And I get that, I really do. And I get all of the logical reasons to stop at two healthy kids. There are at least 50 reasons to stop. I do. I get it. I GET IT !! I just don't feel it.<br><br>
I think about all the things to look forward to about being done. Finally being able to stabilize my weight, getting the mercury out of my teeth, being able to find more supportive bras, more sleep, things just being easier in general. I want to be done too ! But, I want to be done after three kids. I want to have a wonderful feeling of "pop open the champagne, *it is finished* ! " And behold our beautiful, complete family. When I think of the idea of stopping at three, I feel filled with joy. When I think of stopping at two, I feel tremendously sad.<br><br>
I don't feel good about pushing him for this. I want him to want it. I have some fears about dragging him into a third child when he is unwilling and has so many fears about it. My own biggest fear is that if something is wrong, if we have a miscarriage or stillbirth, a baby with chronic medical problems, or disabilities, or chromosomal issues, he will never forgive me. On the other hand, my fear about not having a third is that I will always feel that there is a child missing from our family, and that I will not ever be able to completely get over the fact that he shut the door and wondering if I should have fought for what I really felt.<br><br>
I am coming around to realizing this is probably one of those situations in which I just will not get what I want regarding a very big thing in our lives. Accepting it is not easy because it just feels wrong to me.<br><br>
Anyway I just wanted to see if anyone else has gone through this, and maybe try to figure out how to cope because I am truly at a loss. Thanks for reading.
I am wondering if anyone here is in a similar situation. Because I am feeling pretty alone...<br><br>
We have two boys, ages 4 and almost 2. I want one more child (I think ?). Three has always been my ideal number. Also, I am the third and youngest from my family. Three is what would feel complete to me. Two feels like stopping before I have finished.<br><br>
I just turned 38. DH has been insisting on stopping at two since we had our oldest. He wanted to schedule a v. while I was pregnant with the second and I talked him down from it. Early this month, a close friend lost a son due to complications from birth. His response was to actually scheduled a v. He said he can't go through all the worrying again. I became an emotional wreck, because it was just too much for me to deal with. He has put it off until the beginning of the year when we will have better insurance and I have had time to get mentally stable so I can deal with it.<br><br>
Since my friend lost her baby and DH put a deadline on this whole v thing, and my birthday which was also this month, I have been really depressed. My emotions are all over the place. I range from deep wrenching sadness, to logical acceptance, to resignation, to fierce burning anger, to desperation, then fear, to not knowing what to do, and then back to sadness.<br><br>
Logically from the outside, it is easy to say that if the DH doesn't agree to another, it's not right to push for one. And I get that, I really do. And I get all of the logical reasons to stop at two healthy kids. There are at least 50 reasons to stop. I do. I get it. I GET IT !! I just don't feel it.<br><br>
I think about all the things to look forward to about being done. Finally being able to stabilize my weight, getting the mercury out of my teeth, being able to find more supportive bras, more sleep, things just being easier in general. I want to be done too ! But, I want to be done after three kids. I want to have a wonderful feeling of "pop open the champagne, *it is finished* ! " And behold our beautiful, complete family. When I think of the idea of stopping at three, I feel filled with joy. When I think of stopping at two, I feel tremendously sad.<br><br>
I don't feel good about pushing him for this. I want him to want it. I have some fears about dragging him into a third child when he is unwilling and has so many fears about it. My own biggest fear is that if something is wrong, if we have a miscarriage or stillbirth, a baby with chronic medical problems, or disabilities, or chromosomal issues, he will never forgive me. On the other hand, my fear about not having a third is that I will always feel that there is a child missing from our family, and that I will not ever be able to completely get over the fact that he shut the door and wondering if I should have fought for what I really felt.<br><br>
I am coming around to realizing this is probably one of those situations in which I just will not get what I want regarding a very big thing in our lives. Accepting it is not easy because it just feels wrong to me.<br><br>
Anyway I just wanted to see if anyone else has gone through this, and maybe try to figure out how to cope because I am truly at a loss. Thanks for reading.