I have enough children to fill a car — and honestly, that’s more than enough. With them already draining our resources, adding another mouth to feed would only complicate our lives further.
For a long time, I wondered about those women who seemed so certain they were done having kids. Their unwavering “nope” when asked about the prospect of another baby always struck me as so final. I, however, didn’t share that confidence. My mind shouted “No more babies!” while my heart yearned for more. I was caught in a perpetual tug-of-war, torn between the practicalities of family size and the emotional desire for more little ones.
I often thought my struggle stemmed from my past experiences with infertility, where I spent years dreaming of motherhood. I feared I’d always feel that my family was incomplete. But then, something incredible happened.
Recently, I had an epiphany: I’m done. For the first time, I know with absolute certainty that my family is complete. If you’re in a similar place of uncertainty, take heart — that clarity can come.
It all began with a newborn in my neighborhood. She was adorable, of course, but I felt no urge to hold her. A month later, another little bundle arrived. I held this one, yet felt surprisingly indifferent to the usual nostalgia that came with holding a baby.
This realization felt like a lightbulb moment. After years of being stuck in “doneness limbo,” I found myself testing my resolve. I strolled through the baby aisles at the store and even sifted through my own kids’ saved baby items. The “done” moms were right; you truly do know when you’re finished.
Looking back, the answer seems simple: The more I embraced my newfound freedom, the less I craved more babies. With my kids ranging from 5 to 12 years old, I’ve spent over a decade knee-deep in parenting. Adjusting to life without the constant demands of infants and toddlers felt intimidating, but as my kids grew more independent, I realized how liberating it is.
My eldest can now stay home alone for short stretches, even looking after his younger brother sometimes. This means fewer kids to wrangle during errands and less need for childcare arrangements. They’re old enough to genuinely help with chores, and they sleep through the night, reducing the number of interruptions I face. Hallelujah!
They can whip up their own meals and clean up after themselves. I can even tell them to take a bath without worrying about any drowning mishaps (though I still have to remind them about soap). I can engage in real conversations with them now — they’re witty and intelligent and no longer require me to explain every little thing. Most importantly, my body is entirely my own again, free from the demands of diaper changes and buttoning tiny outfits.
While I still experience moments of nostalgia for their babyhood, those feelings no longer come with a desire to relive those days. Instead, I think, “Aww, that was sweet. Now hand me that baby — his diaper is full, and I’ve changed enough to last a lifetime.”
My baby fever has officially disappeared.
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In summary, I’ve finally reached a point of clarity regarding my family size. Embracing my children’s independence has shifted my perspective, allowing me to appreciate what I have without longing for more.