Are we going to stick to our two kids
or are we having a third child? This question is asked by my love and myself quite regularly. And maybe you ask yourself the same question.
About one thing regarding the family planning issue my boyfriend and I were sure: if we wanted a third child, we had to move quickly. At my age of forty there is not much time left.
Doubts about having a third child
My thoughts about having a third child
are fluctuating constantly. The proportion is about 40 to 60, but
unfortunately it flips every time. When I have a newborn baby in my
arms, my hart melts and I immediately think: Just one more then!
On other days I relive my pregnancies
(vomiting for over six months, three times a day) with as a piece de
resistance the long long hours of giving childbirth.
Also, I still remember all the
sleepless nights, the crying and of course the poop diapers. Then of course
there was such a thing as the possibility that this time we wouldn't
be so lucky to have a healthy son or daughter. What difficult choices
would we have to make?
Our busy schedule (we are two
entrepreneurs) and the limited space in our house doesn't help. And
after four years with two kids, I finally feel that our family works
and I have just enough energy to handle things. Obviously, these are
arguments that we can do something about, but the question remains
whether we want to.
Little by little I've started saying
goodbye to the idea of three.
Saying goodbye
That's why I started sorting out all
the baby clothes my youngest no longer fits. The best baby outfits I gave
to a -soon to be a mom-friend. The rest I gave to the salvation army.
And yet .. there was still a voice in
my head that if there would come a third child, I would just buy
everything new. I had to anyway if it was going to be a boy (since I
have two girls). Nonetheless, if it was a girl I would have no
problem shopping for new baby clothes, since it is my favorite hobby.
In my second phase of an empty house is
an empty head, the baby blankets, bed sheet and sleeping bags
disappeared from our closets into another bag for the salvation army.
They were gathering dust anyway since my two daughters sleep in a
grow-up bed.
Having a puppy
The third fase of saying goodbye was
welcoming a puppy into our family.
Something small and cute to take care
of, but with lesser impact than a child. But maybe my my fellow
students at the puppy course will think differently about that.
The first month our puppy Sammie showed
suspicious similarities with my childbed days. The only difference
was that I had to remove poop from the floor instead of my daughters'
bottoms.
The nightly puppy squeaking stayed
limited to just one week. I wasn't affected by it anyway, because of
my clever purchased earplugs.
Selling the expensive baby stuff
The final stage now truly begun. I
photographed the carrycot, stroller and Maxi-Cosi are photographed
and will be appearing in a few days on Ebay.com. Things that you
won't buy lightly for a second time since the total cost is the
equivalent of a sunny holiday.
The final moment has arrived: Farewell
to number three and two, I really love you!
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