No, I’m not talking about the birds and the bees..I think Henry is a little young for that! I’m talking about the conversation between you and your partner about the possibility of another baby. It’s happened for us. And I don’t know how I feel about it.
Henry is now 16 months and he’s in a lovely routine. Wakes at 7am, naps at 10am for 2 hours, he then has 8 hours to be himself and he’s in bed for 8pm. He sleeps through, ready to start the next day at 7. Obviously, this isn’t clockwork but it’s fairly regularly and I love it. I definitely prefer this to the early days when he was waking 2-3 times in the night for a couple of hours and I felt like a zombie. Henry was a very easy baby though.
There is an ideal age gap between children and that gap is 2 years. The amount of times I’ve been asked ‘so when are you having number 2’ lately is extraordinary! I always smile at them and say ‘soon maybe, we haven’t really discussed it’. But the truth is this..
I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready or want another one. It changes day to day. Some days, I look at Henry and I would love to fill our house and our lives with more of him. Because he is an amazing little boy and I couldn’t be prouder of him. But then there are other days, when I just want it to be me and him forever. No other baby would take up my time and push Henry out. I would have all the time in the world for him, we could have adventures all the time and he would be my favourite little guy forever. And also, this is probably so selfish, but I don’t know if I could give up sleep again. I’m tired anyway but I don’t think I could go back to extreme exhaustion. There would be no time for me, I would always be mum and when both children are in bed, I would just drop.
I will almost definitely fall pregnant in the next year because who am I kidding? It would be fantastic to have 2 babies and my partner would wear me down. I’m going to assume that every mum feels this way when they think about having a second child. It won’t be easy but hey..who said motherhood ever is?