When my baby girl turned 1, I realized she might be my last baby. This thought made me both happy and sad at the same time.
1 kid, 2 kids… maybe more?
Our little family is perfect. We have two healthy kids and one of each, though I always imagined having a bigger family. But, my husband and I are pretty sure we are done at 2. I told myself I would be done having kids at 35, and in order to have another child before that deadline we would need to start trying now, and I know I am not ready for that.
My husband and I began trying for our second baby as soon as our first-born turned 1, and it was not easy for us to have another one. We learned I had Polycystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) and that it would not be easy for us to conceive. We remember the doctor telling us that we were lucky to even have the one so quickly.
But this difficulty led to a great age gap in our kids
My children our 4 ½ years apart. That’s not what I had originally planned on, but it turned out to be simply amazing. I was able to focus and watch my son grow up and spent so much one-on-one time with him that when we found out we were expecting, he was so excited and not jealous. Due to the age difference, when our daughter arrived I did not have to worry about changing two sets of diapers. My son was potty trained, could dress himself, and entertain himself while I was catering to his sister. He had become so independent and it made raising two kids much easier. We loved the age gap and the benefits it brought with it.
With our two kids, I’ve gotten lots of one-on-one time
Now my oldest is in school and I get to focus on and spend the day with my daughter. He doesn’t feel like he is missing out since he is content with going to school and loves every moment of it. I get to plan play dates and enjoy one-on-one time with my little girl, just like I got to do with my son when he was the only child.
Over the last year I have watched her grow. From infant to toddler, it seems to have happened in a blink of an eye. I couldn’t believe when she rolled over for the first time and was totally surprised when she took her first steps at 11 months. I continue to love watching her grow.
She is no longer a baby. And sometimes, I long for those baby days. I long for another baby and a bigger family. I love being a mom so baby fever sets in at times, but then I realize my little family is perfect the way it is.