Since December 2018, our duo has become a trio.
After my difficult delivery, I’m nowhere near ready to have a second child. My little one is demanding and requires a lot of attention. That’s just normal, according to the people around us.
I can easily see myself growing with my little trio, because having just one child has several advantages: it’s easier to find childcare, easier to plan dates as a couple, no more bottles and diapers—and the list goes on. I find it very hard to imagine that my little one might feel neglected by the arrival of a new baby.
Going through childbirth again seems completely crazy to me, especially knowing what to expect. In the same vein of madness, it seems impossible to me that I’d have another baby who’s just as amazing and with absolutely no health issues.
On the other hand, becoming a family of four feels so natural. I have a little brother who’s only three years younger than me—I adore him, and I have nothing but good memories of our childhood. Sure, things got a little rocky in high school, but today, we’re grateful to be able to count on each other.
Secretly, there’s a part of me that would love to have a little boy. To have that classic “king and queen” dynamic. The mother-son bond—many of my friends experience it, and it’s absolutely amazing how much a son loves his mother.
Speaking of Mom, mine often tells me that my daughter needs a boyfriend or girlfriend.
You can’t choose your baby’s gender—I’ve come to understand that. All that matters is having a healthy baby. If we have a second baby and it’s another girl, my partner is worried we’ll end up with a mostly female household: hahaha, watch out for puberty!
My partner and I agree on one thing: we’ll make our decision by the time our daughter turns 2. We want our children to be no more than 3 years apart, because we think they’ll have a closer bond that way.