A Chapter in Life

On Tuesday my husband got a vascetomy. He talked about having one since we found out about our first child. And not in a negative way, just talking about how we could get it done if we wanted to. We had two more children since and we love the three we have but know we can’t have any more. The last pregnancy was soooo difficult for me. Not only did I have severe morning sickness, I also had a cold virus from the very start until about eight months pregnant. And for some unexplainable reason, my heart rate would sky rocket suddenly when I was at rest. It made me feel really faint and this happened all the time and no one could figure out why. The baby had heart rate issues upon delivery, just like my son before did. Needless to say, I’m done having babies myself. We are still leaving fostering and adoption as an option though, just in case we decide to do it later one.

Now, just because we are done having kids, doesn’t mean we werent both a little sad that the baby we have now is our last. I got a little sad and had a small cry about a week ago while putting the baby down for bed. My husband said he, too, got a little sad that our now 9 month old baby would be our last. Frowning up, I always thought I would have 8 children and home school them. HAHAHAHA! I nearly lose my mind on snow days when the children are out of school and stuck inside to irritate not just each other, but me, too.

I’m a little sad about it, still, but I am just trying to say goodbye to a chapter in my life. I’m finished with the making babies and now just need to focus on raising the ones we have. I still have plenty of firsts to experience with the babies I have and I am so ready for them. Adalyn, the baby, is close to clapping and walking and she just started waving. She’s adorable and seems to love her mommy and daddy equally, and loves to get cuddles from Grandma whenever she sees her.

I’m thankful for my husband getting this done for us, and not me. My recovery would have been so much worse. Though he’s in some pain and discomfort now, I know it’s getting significantly better each day and that he’s able to help around the house a little as he heals. I would probably still be in bed, unable to nurse or dreading when I would have to sit up to pump. And we just discovered that Adalyn hates the formula we got her. Yay! 🙄

To everyone who knows what I’m talking about, or having a hard time making the decision, it’s definitely something that needs to be made together. My husband had made sure I was done, even gave me a last chance to try for a fourth baby, but I know we are done. As much as I am going to miss holding a new baby and nursing them, cuddling with them. I can’t do pregnancy again. If we decide to have another child later, there are plenty of children out in the world that need a loving home that we can give them. ❤️