I recently had a chat with a friend about being ‘done’. She said to me ‘so you’re not planning on having any more children then?’, nope. Smug? Yes I am and feeling pretty good about it!
I had my first son at 26years old which by today’s standards is pretty young. When Harry turned 1 we started trying for a sibling but it ended up taking us 5 years to finally conceive Stanley. Two healthy and happy boys. I often (quite literally) get asked ‘so you’re gonna try for a girl next?’ NO I’m not! Why do people assume because you have two children of the same sex that you’re going to go again and again? I’m perfectly happy with my sons.
I’m not going to lie, before I had children, I would have loved to have had a daughter and thought that I was destined to because I’m quite girlie, love all things pretty and glittery, sewing, making, shopping and so on. When I found out that my second baby was also a boy, I realised that my childhood dreams of playing princess dress-up and a girl dressed daily in pretty vintage smock dresses was not meant to be. Our second born Stanley, could not be a prettier boy though!
I was the first out of all of my friends to have children. The majority are having their first now, in their early thirties, with a couple on their second. I know what it feels like to be utterly broody, as I was totally like that after having Harry because I knew I wasn’t ‘done’. But I can safely say that these days I’m really not remotely broody and feeling pretty smug knowing that I can get on with raising my little brood with lots of ‘me time’ on the horizon. Creeping out of the night time feeds, baby vom, bottles, teething (ok almost), nappies, tantrums and early early mornings. We’re not quite there just yet, but soon enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not hated ANY single moment. Far from it. But seeing friends having babies now I’m feeling very content that my husband and I have decided to not have more.
We count our blessings DAILY and know how very very lucky we are. It’s time now to enjoy all of these new babies being born into our families and friend circles. I can sniff lots of newborn heads (that sounds bizarre but that newborn smell is totally yummy!), do my fair share of burping or babysitting, then safely hand them back to their mamas. Knowing (smugly) that I’m going home to my boys who I can hold a somewhat understandable conversation with (Stan will be there eventually ahaha), wipe their own bums and fundamentally ‘sleep in’ on weekends (hopes and dreams) is everything that us parents eventually long for and I think I’m nearly there.
Fundamentally though, I’m looking forward to more alone time with the hubby, the kids out at sleepovers and clubbing with girlfriends HAHA -yeah right, I’m too old for that these days!