I have known since I had my second child that I was done. No more babies for me. I no longer had that feeling, that ache. I was content and my family felt complete. Occasionally I would wonder but no sooner had the thought entered my mind then it would leave again. And with my big step into my 40’s this year, I knew for sure.
But obviously others still have doubts. This week my sister was visiting from the UK with her 5 1/2 month old son and one day, while she spent her time in meetings, I got to hang out with the baby. It was wonderful. He is a happy, easy going baby and we had many adventures.
Here we are on a date at Starbucks. A great way to start our day together!
But everywhere I went people I knew saw me and asked, “Doesn’t it make you want one?” or “Looks good on you! Time for another?”
Listen everyone, I love my little nephew and my niece, his toddler sister, but I am DONE. Spending the day with this little guy was a joy. Truly. I didn’t mind the diapers, the spit up, the rocking to sleep or the over-excited-grouchy-what-the-hell-do-you-need moments. I loved his soft, warm skin, his kissable cheeks and his gummy smile. I squeezed him and smelled him the whole day. But I still don’t want one of my own!
MY baby getting to be the Big Kid.
My Big Boy entertaining the Little Boy.
I can’t explain it. The urge is gone. Completely. It doesn’t make me a baby hater. In fact, I probably enjoyed him more today than I did my own simply because I ate it all up. Every second was pure bliss. Because it was limited. It may sound obnoxious but I like my full night’s sleep and my thought provoking conversations with my kids. We have moved on and I am perfectly happy with getting my baby fix every now and then from somewhere else.
What about you? How did you know when you were done? Do you ever wish you could or did have more children?