|D's doppelganger (image)|
I was the eldest of three kids growing up. I never had predetermined plans when it came to my own family, but I think in the back of my mind I knew that three was a number that sounded right.
I had Miss M & Miss V in less than two years and had done the whole baby & toddler stages when I started getting the urge to have another. I wouldn't say I was clucky exactly, but it definitely felt like I wasn't 'done' having kids. I had no urge to have a boy. If I am being honest I much preferred the idea of having another girl. Regardless of gender, the idea of three children just felt right.
Of course now D is here I cannot imagine life without him or what I did with myself without him around. The hour between 5 and 6pm was certainly more calm, I actually got to sleep longer than 3 hour stretches at night (sob!) and my boobs were my own.
D almost broke me as a baby. I can say that with certainty now with the benefit of hindsight. He continues to push me to my limits as a toddler. However, mixed in with the stress of being his mother has always been the relief of knowing that once I weather the hard bit I am dealing with at any moment, it will become part of my history. I felt like I had climbed Mount Everest when I had made it through the first 6 weeks of his life and knew that I never had to do that with another newborn EVER again.
I don't find myself looking back much and missing any particular aspect of his life as time marches on. Instead I look forward to the future (some of which has already arrived as he toddles about the place like a little drunk man) and knowing that soon sleepless nights will be over. At least until Miss M and Miss V hit puberty and I start waiting up for them to arrive home on a Saturday night. I figure I have at least 5 or 6 years of sleep before that arrives though and I am going to enjoy the hell out of sleep until it does!
How did you know when you were done having kids?