Two’s Company and Three’s A Crowd?

Sierra, my oldest daughter is now close to 3.5 and Brooke my youngest daughter is close to 16 mos old. Things in our little corner of the universe are just starting to get “good”. Sierra can use the washroom independently, stays dry through the night, feed herself, and sleeps through the night on a very regular basis etc. Brooke has almost finished weaning – we’re down to nursing 1-2 times a day (at this point it’s gotta be solely for comfort), she occasionally sleeps through the night and periodically plays nicely with her big sister. I should be celebrating – the baby/infant phase of my life is just about over and I’m about to enter a whole new phase where I can regain some more freedom and attempt to get back to doing the things the “old” Janice enjoyed, like running, shopping my myself etc… Only I’m not so sure about this freedom thing. You see, part of me can’t imagine not nursing, being pregnant, waking up for night feedings etc… I can’t imagine not having a cute, chubby, wobbly little toddler underfoot. Rob and I have always talked about having three kids. We find ourselves now teetering on the proverbial fence. We’re damned if we do, and damned if we don’t. If we do, then we face another two years of diapers, night wakings and tremendous amounts of crying. But if we don’t then we may always feel an emptiness, a what if? Will we always wonder if we “stopped” a life? Would we always wonder who our family is missing? A little brother? The boy I always wanted? Or another sister – a threesome of cute little girls?

Is there any easy way to decide which side of the fence we should jump to? How did you decided to have another or stop?

8 thoughts on “Two’s Company and Three’s A Crowd?

  1. I came over here after reading your ‘twitter’ heading and thought you were going to announce number three was on the way.

    I too always wanted three. I have three. It’s a great number, and yes when they were six, two and a new born I was completely stressed. I was however far from home and had no help.

    Three is fine, and not that much harder than two. But another baby does set ‘you’ back the years of time and does add to the cost.

    All three of mine were planned and we’ve been blessed with them. I wouldn’t change anything for the world.

    Except….

    From time to time, I wish that my son had a brother, so part of me wishes I had done four. Two girls and two boys would have been nice….

    I know, I’m no help. :)

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  2. We always thought two until we had two and realized we’re not done. We’ll be having one more…98% sure. We can’t afford it, can’t fit another in our house or vehicle but we both feel that there’s another baby that’s meant to be a part of our family. Weird. Crazy. Whatever -we’ll never regret it.

    A wise (older) mother once said to me…”We’ll never regret the children we had, but we’ll always regret the one we didn’t.”

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  3. When I was younger, I envisioned three children. I pictured boy-girl-boy, thinking it was the perfect order.
    But things don’t always turn out the way you think. I’m getting older and I’ve now made my absolute limit two. If we don’t get another, that’s fine, but I’m open to it happening.

  4. I too always wanted three … secretly I think I still do sometimes. We went through so much to have the two beautiful kids we have and I spent so much time in the hospital at the end of both pregnancies that we decided to count our blessings and stop at two.

    Having made that decision a year ago I am at peace with it. I think the right choice will come to you and you will feel complete.

    Courtneys last blog post..For me this is exciting!

  5. When I was young, I always wanted a girl and a boy. That’s what I had, and that was good enough for me. The fact that they were 12 years apart made it seem like two only children; I find that part too bad for them because if they were close in age they probably would be close now, but c’est la vie.

    Then I had my tubes tied after my daughter. Since I was already 36 years old, I didn’t want to take any chances with birth defects, I was worried I was pushing it already.

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  6. No matter what you might always second guess which dicission you make. “What if” is always a big thing and hind sight is always 20/20.
    Best advice I can offer is to look at your family now and then both of you sit down and do a “Pros and Cons” list of how another would benfit or strain your family.Be honest!! Good Luck!

  7. Thanks for stopping by my blog, fellow pajama wearer :). We have an eight and a ten year old, and then brought a toddler pre-adoptive foster child into our home. It’s been almost a year, and I’m still not quite adapted!!! We definitely were over that fence into self sufficiency in so many things, and now we’re back into potty training, fingerpainting on walls, and sleep deprivation. Sometimes I question our sanity, but I never wish we hadn’t done it. Probably not helpful, but that’s my ramble :).

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