I feel like the mom in the Mirena commercial.
“I want another child, but not for a while.“ After having Ethan I was a wreck. Labor had been particularly hard, lasting for 21 hours and ending with a 2nd degree tear. After coming home I was completely exhausted and sleep deprived that I felt there was no possible way I would be able to survive. I battled with postpartum depression in addition to being just completely exhausted and sleep deprived. I thought it would be a long, long, LONG time before I would be even thinking about having another baby.
“But then again I’m not sure I want to wait.” Then, a funny thing happened. Once Ethan started sleeping through the night, interacting, and becoming more self sufficient I started thinking that maybe if we happened to have another baby that it wouldn’t be so bad. Friends who had had children around the same time that I had Ethan were starting to announce that they were pregnant with their second. I told my husband that maybe we should consider trying again soon.
“Oohh, I can wait a little longer.” And then, Ethan and I got the flu. At the same time. In the middle of the week. I was so overwhelmed with dealing with a snotty, screaming, feverish 1 year-old, while at the same time trying to take care of my own snotty, nauseous, feverish self that I thought “If I had another one this would be a living hell.” So I decided to go back to the original plan. Once Ethan is old enough to eat his own Pop Tart for breakfast then things should be good for another.
Or at least that is what I am telling myself this week.
