Thoughts on Number Three
At date night last Friday, my spouse brought up the topic of number three. I have to say, I wasn't fully prepared for the discussion. There is a huge part of my heart that would love to conceive another baby (the fun part!), and I would more-so love carrying another life inside of me and delivering another little bambina/o. I look less fondly on the ensuing challenges of having baby: postpartum issues, sleep deprivation, nursing, feeding, diapering...
I have two siblings and my husband has three. Our family dymanics have been robust and generally happy. Now that I'm all grown up, I'm happy to have two brothers to call on for occassional back-up childcare or to invite over for Sunday night dinner. I'm happy to have my husband's siblings, the aunties and uncles who are all beloved and important parts of our girls' lives. Family affairs when our families gather are rambunctious and overjoyous. Shall we keep the cycle of our families growing by growing our own nuclear family?
By the time our first daughter was 3, her baby sister was soon to come. Now that our second daughter is 3.5 (!!!!), I get to thinking, "Should we? Could we?" The past few days, I have looked at our younger daughter with a few ounces of wistfulness and nostalgia. Her days of babyhood are now years behind us. Our little Tati is 3.5 years old going on 35: she looks like a little woman, a dalagita as they say in my parents' language.
Granted, having a baby just to prolong the sweet smell of baby in the household isn't reason enough to go for three. Tati's best friend, who almost 3 years old, is expecting a baby sister within weeks. Tati has come home saying, "I want to be a big sister." I'm having a hard time coming up with a way to respond to her.
Have you decided? Do your Thoughts on Number Two also apply to your Thoughts on Number Three?