Seventeen years ago, I experienced the heart-wrenching loss of my third child—a son. After two healthy pregnancies with my two lovely daughters, this loss shattered me. I was caught completely off guard and ill-equipped to handle the grief that followed. The dream of having a son—tall, with his arm around me, asking what’s for dinner—had vanished. It took me three long years to even talk about my loss without breaking down. Even now, writing this brings a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. The memory of him remains etched in my heart, and I’ve never written about it before; it always felt too sacred to share openly.
A few years back, my ex-husband reached out to tell me that he and his new wife were planning to have a baby. She is significantly younger and didn’t have children of her own. When we were together, he had a vasectomy, as the pain from our miscarriage was too overwhelming to consider risking another loss. We had our girls and felt lucky. Now, in his new marriage, he wanted to try for a baby.
After a challenging journey involving private IVF treatments, my ex-husband and his wife announced they were expecting at the end of last year. My role throughout this has been to support my daughters, who are now 19 and 22, as they navigate their mixed feelings toward their father. His absence during their upbringing has left them with complicated emotions.
As I’ve reflected on this new arrival, I genuinely feel happy for my ex-husband’s wife. She is a lovely person, and every woman deserves the chance to experience motherhood if that’s what she desires. It is a gift that many are denied, and I would never want to take that away from anyone.
When a scan was scheduled to reveal the baby’s sex, I told my mom, “It’s going to be a boy, isn’t it?” She nodded knowingly, aware of my past heartaches. Given the tumultuous year I was having with my second divorce, I realized that the cherry on top was my ex-husband having a son, just as I had always imagined. And the due date? Just two days before my birthday.
There are still moments when I deeply miss my son, even though I never had the chance to hold him. I often wonder what he would have been like and what interests he might have pursued. He would have been the same age as my youngest step-daughter. Would they have enjoyed playing soccer together? Now, my ex will experience the joys of raising a son, which is a bittersweet thought for me.
At 43, I have the freedom that comes with raising four daughters, while my ex-husband, now 51, is preparing for sleepless nights and school runs all over again. My children will soon be through university, while he embarks on this new chapter. It’s hard not to smile at the irony of it all—he left me with two small children and significant debt to chase his dreams, and now he’s starting anew.
When my daughter decided to send a gift to the new baby, I found myself contributing to the purchase of a soft toy and helping organize the courier. I marveled at the healing that had occurred in my heart over the years. I’ve learned to let go and forgive, understanding that life is precious and fragile. I can’t wish ill on a baby boy, knowing how meaningful they are.
I can only hope that my ex-husband has learned from his past mistakes. My daughters grapple with feelings of inadequacy—wondering why they weren’t enough for him and whether this son will be cherished more than they were. Life can be incredibly complicated, and as a mother, I wish I could take away their pain.
That said, I’ve tried to keep my feelings out of this narrative. I try not to express my frustration about the unfairness of it all—why does he get to have a son when he couldn’t care for the daughters he already has? I remind myself to stay focused on supporting my girls.
I am blessed with my daughters. There are moments when I feel like I was a mother to a son, if only for a fleeting instant. May this new baby boy be surrounded by love; I know he will be, as his mother is wonderful, and my girls will make fantastic big sisters. As for me? I’m just grateful I won’t face sleepless nights again. I’m on a different journey now, and I truly wish them well.
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In summary, this journey of navigating loss, new beginnings, and complicated emotions showcases the resilience of the human heart. While my ex-husband prepares to welcome a son, I find solace in the love I have for my daughters and the path that lies ahead for all of us.