I never thought of myself as someone who adored babies, yet after welcoming my daughter into the world, motherhood felt surprisingly intuitive. Giving birth was an extraordinary experience, creating an immediate bond. Breastfeeding, despite the horror stories I’d heard, was seamless and enjoyable for both of us.
However, I faced challenges I hadn’t anticipated. I took a year off work, convinced it was best for my baby, but after a blissful start, I found myself increasingly anxious and unsure of how to spend my days with this little one. The hours dragged on from the moment my partner left for work until his return, and after a while, coffee groups and music classes did little to fill the monotony. While I cherished my daughter, the relentless routine of caring for a baby felt suffocating.
Things only worsened during the latter part of my maternity leave. My daughter began waking up multiple times at night, leading to sleep deprivation that intensified my anxiety and depression. Disturbing thoughts would pop into my mind, and I struggled to control my emotions. Regrettably, I leaned heavily on my partner during this time, and I am forever grateful for his unwavering support.
Looking back, I realize I was trapped within my own home, a self-imposed prison. I should have returned to work sooner, but I doubted my ability to juggle being a “working mom” and even contemplated quitting. Thankfully, after crunching the numbers, my partner and I determined that we couldn’t survive on his salary alone.
Once my daughter adjusted to full-time daycare, I felt like I had resurfaced for air after nearly drowning. Returning to work revitalized me, and I could finally breathe again. Although I had once envisioned having just one child, guilt began to weigh on me for not providing my daughter with a sibling. I feared that having another child would strain our finances and that my mental health would take a hit again, disrupting the delicate balance we had established. Plus, I knew I didn’t have the patience to manage more than one child without a supportive network.
In my mind, I lacked a “legitimate” reason for choosing to have just one child, convincing myself that others would view me as selfish. Yet, there were moments when I found myself excited about the possibility of another baby—drafting name lists and imagining my daughter at scans, hearing the heartbeat, and meeting her new sibling. But then, I’d wake up feeling relieved that I wasn’t in that brief window of time when conception could happen. My thoughts were a constant whirlwind of conflicting emotions, and I often brought the subject up with my partner, which only exhausted him. He had always been open to having two children but shared concerns about my mental health. I wanted him to make the decision for me, but he wouldn’t and couldn’t, leaving the choice up to me.
It was a therapist who helped me see that my indecision stemmed from external pressures. Would my daughter resent me for not giving her a sibling? Would others judge my decision? I wasn’t battling infertility, didn’t experience a traumatic birth, and had no special needs child. We weren’t struggling financially, nor was I a single parent. In my mind, I felt I had no “valid” reason for stopping at one child, which made me think others would see me as selfish. Recognizing my fear of judgment from others was a turning point, allowing me to focus on what I truly wanted rather than what society expected.
Ultimately, I realized that my daughter was perfect for our family. I was content being her sole parent, and for the first time in three years, I felt at peace with my choice. The anxiety dissipated, and I was finally able to embrace my decision without guilt.
I know my daughter may one day ask why I chose not to have another child, but I hope she understands all the love and opportunities I have provided her. I want her to appreciate the things I did give her, rather than feel as though she missed out. Now almost four, my daughter is intelligent, hilarious, beautiful, and kind. Though each stage has its challenges, I’ve found clarity in my parenting journey. I strive to be the best parent I can be, focusing solely on her when she is with me and recharging when she’s not.
In the end, my decision was based on what I believed was best for our family, and I’m finally okay with that.
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Summary
This article reflects on the internal conflict of wanting another child while grappling with societal expectations and personal well-being. The author ultimately finds peace in their decision to have one child, realizing the importance of following their instincts and prioritizing their family’s needs over external judgments.