I find nature incredible. The biological urge to have children is, indeed, strong. In my case, it became strongest when I became a mother myself. Ever since my second child, I have had an incredible urge to have another child. Now that she has just turned two, I am wondering why does this urge remain so strong . . . that is, until yesterday.
Yesterday, I was at JC Penney attempting to get my daughter’s two year-old picture taken. When we arrived, there was a family already there getting ready to take pictures of their two girls: a two year-old and a two and a half week old.
Of course, I SWOONED when I saw the newborn. I love that stage! I have always said that I should have been a pediatric nurse in a NICU unit. Ahh, to hold those little ones in your arms everyday. Must be the best job! So, going back to my swooning, it wasn’t any different from the norm. I even left the store thinking about that beautiful baby and was experiencing all those maternal feelings that you experience with a newborn.
But I noticed there was something different this time around. Although I thought about that beautiful newborn baby, those feelings didn’t last as long as in the past. In a matter of minutes, I was fully engaged in the children’s clothing rack at Baby Gap, madly searching for some nice summer clothes for my daughter and son.
Then, the thought of that newborn popped back into my head but this time it was in relief. I started thinking how lucky I am, now that my daughter is turning two, that I am exiting the baby stage. She just stopped using her “binky” two days ago and she just got off of drinking baby formula. Soon we will get rid of the baby bottle and start potting training. And you know what? It felt good, it felt right. I was at peace.
All in all, it looks like the biological urge to have one more is dissipating. Instead, the rational –and smart– part of me is taking over. My life IS already full with two kids and, at my age (almost 43), why would I want to go through a pregnancy and all those baby stages all over again?
So, I think that I am finally free of my demons. Now, I look forward to having a newborn in my arms as a grandma. In the meantime, I am going to enjoy every second of the next 20-30 years of my children’s’ lives before that day comes.
I just hope that I am not pregnant inasmuch as we did make a good faith attempt at a baby with the assistance of my Ovacue a couple of weeks ago. Wouldn’t that be ironic! At my age, there is only a 5% change of being able to conceive in any given month. Crossing my fingers. . .