While my wife was on the pill, for two days a month I would lay low and try to be invisible (it never worked, she saw me anyway). So when she asked me to get a vasectomy so she could get off the pill, my answer was “YES!”
The first baby is the hardest because you are learning so much.
The second baby makes it "the perfect two."
The third baby makes it feel like a real family.
And the fourth baby is just one more.
Because FR is a conservative forum.
The biggest regret of my life to date is having my tubes tied because we thought that two children was the perfect number for us. We had a boy first and then a girl so our little family was complete.
We decided when the second was born that we wanted to be able to give them more than we had growing up. Little did I know that more siblings was the best thing we could have given them! The stuff we gave the two we had is long gone and forgotten.
I have six siblings and while we never struggled or went hungry, we didn’t have a lot of the extras other kids from smaller families had. Now as we reach our mid fifties and sixties, we appreciate each other more than any of the toys or stuff we didn’t have growing up together.
Since we started late, I was 31 with our second, it was too late once we realized we should have had more kids.
Looks like nobody is interested in what this woman was saying and feeling.
I personally found it very affecting and understood her emotions. It is a bit of a warning to others in similar situation.
Too bad her husband was such a wimp about vasectomy. Oh, sure he loves his wife....
Thank you for posting this.
God is the one who decides how many children a couple can have. Pondering?
Why is this here?
What is this woman trying to say? Sounds like a lot of whining, remorse and foolish decision making to me.
Should this have been a letter for Ann Landers or Dear Abbey?
I don’t know why I bothered to open this. Thinking maybe it was some kind of medical or scientific information?
It was the first night and our smoke detector went off at about 3am.
In about three seconds I went from sound asleep to being wide awake outside our bedroom with the hall light on in order to verify that the house was on fire. It wasn't.
But my scrotum was. I remember thinking, "Damn, I hope this pain goes away soon".