Another baby -- already? Are you crazy?
A well-meaning relative called recently to wish me happy birthday and to ask if I’d forgotten the pains of labor. What she really wanted to know was if I was ready to get pregnant again. Normally, I would quickly push such insane and inappropriate queries out of my mind. But because she was the third person to pose this question in three days, I allowed myself to ponder the possibility of getting pregnant again just five months after giving birth.
It took me about two seconds to come up with an answer: Um, no.
My daughter is only five months old. Yes, I still remember labor pains. I’m still nursing and pumping at 4 a.m. even on the blessed occasions when the baby sleeps through the night. I’m just learning to juggle a full-time job with motherhood. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired. And most doctors will tell you to wait at least six months to two years though these moms have a differing opinion. I want my pre-preggers body back. So another baby? Not happening. Not now. I reject the reasoning that it is best to have all members of one’s brood in diapers at the same time.
Admittedly, one look into my daughter’s eyes is all is takes to make me fall in love over and over again and to realize that my husband and I do want more children. We already feel our little girl slipping through our fingers. She’s growing up fast. She’s had her first hairdo. She’s eating cereal and pureed fruit. She’s giggling, teething and making determined screeching sounds. She grabs my hair and necklaces and scoots backwards, a sure sign that crawling is right around the corner. And just this week, we removed the infant carrier from her stroller and let her sit up, big-girl style.
Yes, we want another baby. But right now, we’re satisfied with the one we’ve got. So, bring on the birth control!
-- Sherri Day