So you’ve decided not to have anymore children. For whatever reason.
Maybe you have enough.
Maybe you’ve HAD enough.
Maybe you’re blessed and your heart is full and you are happy with the number you’re at, or you’re like me and you’re heart wants more, just one, please, but that’s not happening so you’re adjusting, slowly.
But the adjustment period is taking time.
And in the meantime, while your heart nestles in and your emotions rise and fall, you float on the wave of what if.
What if you did have one more?
Would it be so bad?
Would the chaos really drive you mad?
Would you pull all of your hair out and flip out your empty pockets in a fit of rage?
Or would that tiny piece of your heart that just won’t settle finally calm?
Could having another one, if you were able, make the desire to breastfeed strangers babies disappear?
Or is this something every mother feels, regardless of how many children they have.
Is the pull always there?
The innate need to procreate, to feel an infant against your skin, to hear a coo, and to smell the top of a baby’s head.
When does this feeling of needing more babies… all of the babies, go away?
Does it ever?
Tell me friends.