Why I Stopped Saying ‘Someday’ When It Came To Having Kids

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Jay came home from deployment at the end of the year and even though I was willing to try again, I couldn’t bring myself to get my hopes up. We talked about going to Venice for Jay’s birthday in April 2009. “If I don’t get pregnant, we’ll go,” I said. I needed something to look forward to that wasn’t related to have a child. As if a trip could take the place becoming a mother.

We never made it to Venice because I got pregnant again in March 2009. I asked my ob/gyn about taking a progesterone supplement—I’d read that it’s often prescribed for women over thirty-five. He agreed it was worth a try. I don’t know if the progesterone helped or if it was just my time, but in December 2009, I gave birth to our son Patrick. Jay was deployed to Dubai for my last trimester and the first five months of Patrick’s life, but he was home for the birth and two weeks after, which wasn’t enough time to prepare me for solo parenting—the forty-two year old woman who had never changed a diaper before becoming a mother. Somehow, Patrick and I survived the months alone and I fell head first into motherhood. Patrick was a miracle. Everyone, including my ob/gyn, said so. But our family didn’t feel complete yet. I couldn’t give away the baby clothes and I didn’t go back on birth control—we opted for condoms when Jay came home from deployment in May 2010.

I talked about trying for a second “someday,” but the clock was ticking loudly and I knew the odds were against me. My ambivalence returned. I wasn’t content with the idea of having only one child, but the possibility of disappointment was so high I couldn’t commit to trying again. The decision was resolved for me when I got pregnant the first time we had unprotected sex. I remember saying, “It’ll be fine just this once. No way I’ll pregnant.” Boy, was I wrong. Patrick was exactly one year and one week old and it was too soon, in my mind. I’d only just figured out how to be a mother to one! But there I was, pregnant with a toddler.

It took months before I could let myself be happy. I kept waiting for the inevitable blood and loss. No way could we get that lucky a second time. But we did. Lucas was born in September 2011. In less than two years, we went from a being a couple married for twenty years to a family of four. Lightning had struck twice. It was magic, it was madness, it was motherhood, my way. I’m forty-seven now. Patrick is five and Lucas is three and I hardly remember all the years I said, “Someday when we have kids.” Someday is here. And Venice will wait.

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