It’s funny. I have friends that are talking about how they have baby fever. I see people online make comments about instant baby fever after seeing cute baby pics. But me? I can’t relate. I don’t have even a little bit of baby fever.
I see people wondering from time to time when you know that you’re really, truly done. Is it possible to have a permanent sterilization method without baby fever hitting and then regretting it?
We knew when we were pregnant with Eudora that she would be our last. We were done. Part of it was because of how hard it was to get pregnant in the first place. Then there was how much I hated being pregnant and how miserable it made me. But there was also a feeling of completion. Within weeks of Norton’s birth, there was no doubt in our minds that we were missing someone. My husband even shared that feeling that there was someone from our family missing. With Eudora, though, we never had that sense that we weren’t done. Even during pregnancy, we knew. She completed our family.
I had my tubes tied during my c-section. (I figured that I might as well get it done then since they were already going to be in there anyway.) No regrets.
But how did I know for sure, even later? I don’t have baby fever. Maybe I’ve developed enough anti-baby anti-bodies or something, but I can look at a baby picture without feeling that desperate longing that I’d felt when we were trying. I can hold my friends’ babies and hand them back without even contemplating the idea of another one. I’m good. I don’t miss the baby stage, nor do I have some desire to keep my babies little forever.
Okay, sure, I may have felt a fleeting moment of sadness when we converted Eudora’s crib into a toddler bed. There was some realization that this was the very last time we would ever have a baby sleeping in a crib in our home. Every now and again when I go through old kids’ clothes for sale or donation, I marvel over how tiny my babies once were. And I teared up the first time I put Eudora in training pants.
I suspect the tears over training pants was more about how much I love my cloth diapers than how much I hate my baby growing up into a little girl, though. I do have some gorgeous fluff.
Still, though, I know without a doubt that getting my tubes tied after Eudora was born was a good decision for us. I have no regrets at all. You guys can keep your baby fever. I’m good.
Have you come to the point when you knew that you were “done?”