I yearn for you deeply. Many women dream of having children, but my desire for you is especially profound. I long to feel your gentle movements within me, the excitement of you being placed on my chest, your cries ringing in my ears, and that immediate surge of love that is both extraordinary and familiar. I crave the scent of your soft, newborn head and the sweetness of your tiny neck. I imagine carrying you close, wrapped against my heart, and witnessing your brothers marvel at your presence, hearing their playful nicknames and their eager requests to hold you. Oh, how I want you.
This longing is a visceral ache, particularly as I watch friends welcome new life into their families. It stings knowing that if I were to conceive now, you would join your three brothers with just a two-year gap. The anticipation of having you in my womb brings a bittersweet joy, knowing your arrival is not meant for now.
I have my reasons—compelling and thoughtful reasons that ultimately boil down to this: one day, but not today. I recognize that my feelings of longing pale in comparison to those grappling with infertility. Many desire children but cannot have them. In our case, we could welcome you, yet we choose not to. This is not the agony of impossibility, but rather the sorrow of unfulfilled potential. We could be nurturing you, yet we are not. This daily choice to hold back is painful, and the absence of you is felt profoundly.
This feeling of missing you is genuine. It’s not simply a flood of hormones or fleeting nostalgia for newborn days. I know some may scoff at my feelings, labeling me as overly eager or selfish for yearning for your newness. They fail to grasp that I miss the unique potential that you represent. We desire you in your entirety—not just your infancy but your childhood and beyond. We want another member of our family. While we are content, there remains a sense of incompleteness, an unfinished chapter in our story.
While I do cherish what I have—my love for your brothers is immense—I also feel that our family has space for more love. My mind insists on patience, but my heart cries for immediacy.
As I hear the joyful news from friends expecting babies, I will feel that familiar ache for you. As the seasons pass and the dates of my previous pregnancies approach, I will yearn to hold you. Through discussions about childbirth options, I will think of you. Each season will remind me of the gap where you should be.
I know that one day, this feeling of missing you will fade, and I will finally hold you close. But until then, I wait.
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In Summary
The longing for a new child is a profound mix of love and sorrow. While I adore my existing family, the desire for another is a constant presence, shaping my everyday thoughts and emotions.