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We recently met up with our friends who'd just had a baby two weeks ago, and they were already talking about TTC #2.
We had pretty much decided before having our son that we would only have one. Every once in a while, we talk about the remote possibility of having a second in 4 or 5 years, but we speak of this as a pretty-much-not-going-to-happen-thing. This is especially true for DH.
At any rate, clearly the majority of people go on to have two or three or more children and love it. Their lives are rich and wonderful, and they are happy with their decision to have more.
So do you ever feel like there's something wrongwith you for wanting only one child? I felt SO inadequate after that meeting with our friends, like maybe I was missing some kind of special Mama gene that kept me from wanting any more children. I even broke down crying in front of DH and asking him if the reason why he didn't want a second child was perhaps because he thought I wasn't a good mother. Gah. (He replied that of course not; his preference for one child was about what *he* felt he could/could not give, not a reflection of me). And anyway, it's also me who can't imagine life with a second child, for logistical reasons I think.
I hope this even makes sense. I'm not sure why I'm feeling so emotional about this. I just walked away feeling like perhaps I wasn't good enough.
We had pretty much decided before having our son that we would only have one. Every once in a while, we talk about the remote possibility of having a second in 4 or 5 years, but we speak of this as a pretty-much-not-going-to-happen-thing. This is especially true for DH.
At any rate, clearly the majority of people go on to have two or three or more children and love it. Their lives are rich and wonderful, and they are happy with their decision to have more.
So do you ever feel like there's something wrongwith you for wanting only one child? I felt SO inadequate after that meeting with our friends, like maybe I was missing some kind of special Mama gene that kept me from wanting any more children. I even broke down crying in front of DH and asking him if the reason why he didn't want a second child was perhaps because he thought I wasn't a good mother. Gah. (He replied that of course not; his preference for one child was about what *he* felt he could/could not give, not a reflection of me). And anyway, it's also me who can't imagine life with a second child, for logistical reasons I think.
I hope this even makes sense. I'm not sure why I'm feeling so emotional about this. I just walked away feeling like perhaps I wasn't good enough.