Friends, my heart is broken. Not completely broken, mind you; my husband hasn't left me, and he still loves me, and my baby is whole, healthy and happy. No, life is good... I guess I'm just really, really disappointed.
Before we got married, my husband and I talked a little about having kids. We talked about names (one of which we gave to our son) and how many we'd lie to have. I said I wanted at least three; my brother and I had problems while we were growing up, but all in all I wish I'd actually had more siblings. AJ said he'd rether have an even number so that no one would be the "middle child." That was fine with me.
Then I got pregnant. It wasn't an especially hard pregnancy, but it wasn't what I'd call enjoyable, either. Still, I'd do it again. AJ didn't want to read up on any pregnancy or baby-related stuff; he said I could learn it and tell him what to do when the time came. Then our boy was born... and he was a baby. Weird, eh? What I mean is, he acted like a baby. He had fussy time every night for a while. He slept a lot, and he didn't interact much with us at first. AJ had no idea what to do with him. They're best buddies now, but back then it was tough times for my poor husband. Not only was he faced with this alien creature he was facing the prospect of providing for it for the next 20 years, give or take. It's not surprising that he was overwhelmed at times, and confused.
Still, I was surprised when we went out for our first "date" after the baby was born (our anniversary- Baby Boy was 3 1/2 months old) and AJ said, "So, he's going to be an only child, right?" I thought he was joking. Then I thought he'd get over it as time went by and the memory of those early days faded. No such luck. AJ has decided that he doesn't want any more kids, and he claims many reasons for this decision. Financial reasons: he wants to be able to pay for university so any child we have won't be saddled with loans like we are. Personal reasons: he had (and sometimes still has) a bad relationship with his sister, who is 4 years older than him, and he wishes he'd been an only child. Ouch. I've never met an only child who didn't wish they had siblings, but that doesn't seem to make any difference. I can't imagine life without my brother- maybe it's because we're only 22 months apart in age, I don't know. In any case, THAT doesn't make any difference, either.
Here's the kicker: it really is his decision at this point. Oh, I could stop taking my pills behind his back and "accidentally" get pregnant, but I'd never do that. Not only would it be a serious mark against my integrity and unfair to my husband, it would ultimately be most unfair to the child. Every baby deserves to be born wanted by both of its parents. So my dream of having a large(r) family is over, and there's my heartbreak. I dreamed of having three or four kids running around, brothers and sisters growing up together, having each other's support and love when they grew up, their kids having cousins to play with, as my brother and I did... and now it's not to be. I know, I can give my little guy love, and we can go to play groups... but where does he learn to share? When does he learn that he's not the centre of the universe? How does he learn to settle differences with someone he has to live with? And what about the precious sense of family I have with my own brother, who drives me up the wall, but who I'd risk my life for in a heartbeat? I can't imagine growing up without that, even if it means Mommy having to deal with sibling rivalry for a few years.
Am I rambling again? Sorry. I guess I feel a little betrayed, though I know AJ has his reasons for wanting this, and his feelings are as valid as mine. Any thoughts, friends?



