Parenting
On October 9, 2013, my partner opted for a vasectomy. Having initially not planned to have any children, we found ourselves with two little ones born just 355 days apart. It felt like a prudent choice to ensure we wouldn’t expand our family further. This decision was undoubtedly the right one for us, our household, and my reproductive health.
However, what I hadn’t anticipated was the emergence of “the void.”
Let me explain. The void manifests when you’ve taken steps to eliminate the possibility of having more children — be it through surgical procedures or other methods. It’s a profound shift, but the void is not merely an empty chasm. Instead, it’s filled with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.
In this space, my latent yearning for more children resides. You might be confused, thinking, “Didn’t you say you didn’t want more kids?” True, I didn’t. I don’t. But it’s rather peculiar to acknowledge that my body, which has successfully brought forth two wonderful kids, will never undertake that journey again. Those reproductive organs, once designed for nurturing life, now sit idle in my body without any chance of fulfilling their purpose again.
While I can confidently state that I don’t wish for more children now, this wasn’t always the case. In the months following Luke’s procedure, uncertainty crept in. Post-surgery, we were instructed to continue using alternative birth control until we confirmed his sterility. A few weeks later, I proposed to Luke that perhaps we could stop using condoms prematurely, leaving our fate in the hands of fate. He agreed. I then read countless stories of unexpected pregnancies following vasectomies that didn’t take. In response, I began tracking my ovulation, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, a little sperm could sneak through and bless us with another child — a girl, whom I imagined naming Trinity Grace.
Yet, Trinity Grace never materialized, and it took me roughly six months to accept this reality.
Despite this yearning, I have no regrets about our decision. I cherish my little family, feeling it’s just right as it is. Nonetheless, the void remains, bringing a sense of longing. I will never again experience the rush of contractions preparing me for labor. Holding a newborn of my own is now a thing of the past. I won’t witness the joy of a baby learning to roll over, crawl, or savor their first meal. These bittersweet memories take refuge in the void.
The void has become a part of my identity, and I suspect it will always linger. As friends welcome new babies, holding them during those tender beginnings will momentarily amplify the void within me. Watching my children grow more independent will evoke a silent nostalgia for the days when they required my constant attention. Although those moments could be overwhelming, they also fulfilled my intrinsic need to be needed.
Soon, a close friend will welcome her third child, and I eagerly anticipate her stories of navigating such a significant life change. I’ll find solace in my choice not to have a third child, especially on days when I feel overwhelmed by the two I already have. Yet, the void will bring a touch of envy and a hint of regret for the journey I will never know. After helping her with household tasks or preparing meals, I’ll return to my own home, while she cradles her newborn — a chance I will never experience again.
I genuinely adore my two children; they are smart, humorous, and wonderfully challenging. I’m learning to accept the void, recognizing it as a vital aspect of my narrative. It serves as a reminder of my past, my choices, and how naive I once was in believing I never wanted kids.
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In summary, while the void may evoke feelings of nostalgia and longing, it is also a testament to the journey I’ve undergone as a parent. It shapes my experiences and reminds me of the love that fills my current family life.