My grandmother had seven children (dad the oldest born in 1920)...One day a neighbor commented how much they all resembled my grandfather.....Her retort: “Well they don't look like the butcher, iceman, postman or grocer!”
My Grandmother and Grandfather had 21! Not all survived but she raised 11 I believe.
My father’s parents had nine, and my mother’s parents had seven. (Sadly, one in each family died young, and those numbers don’t include miscarriages.) Those were big, Catholic families, typical in those days. Because my parents had lots of brothers and sisters, we, their children, benefitted from having plenty of aunts, uncles, and cousins in a large, close, extended family.
My parents were very practical, and they had two children. Of the two of us, I was the only one who had children. So, my three children don’t have any first cousins on my side, and on my husband’s side, there are none their age. That’s why I think bigger families are a blessing, and I wish we could’ve had more babies, but we’re in our forties now.
However, a single woman having herself impregnated with 14 children... is simply being irresponsible and selfish.