By: Jamie Foster
Updated: July 15, 2021
Originally Published: November 22, 2010
My husband, Greg, is quite the introvert, so in consideration of his preferences, I thought I’d share a bit about his recent vasectomy.
We delayed the decision longer than we should have. Ideally, we might have opted for this between our second and third child, but we were thrilled with the surprise addition that came along like an unexpected plot twist in an Indiana Jones flick: “Wait, you have one more!” However, eventually, you have to decide it’s time to stop welcoming new little ones into the fold.
After some informal polling among our older-parent friends, it became clear that a vasectomy was the favored choice for permanent birth control. It’s a simple, minimally invasive procedure with rare complications, and surprisingly, our insurance covered it! All we needed was a few days for Greg to recover on the couch with some ice packs and bags of frozen peas.
We tried to explain the procedure to our kids, especially our youngest, Emma, who is five. We anticipated her questions about why Dad would be walking around in discomfort, and we explained the vas deferens and how it all ties into how babies are made. We emphasized the perks—like no more sibling squabbles—while downplaying the discomfort (it’s not worse than a shot!).
Yet, the very first time I took Emma out, she announced loudly to everyone nearby, “My daddy’s getting his penis cut off!” At first, I chuckled nervously, but soon I just raised my eyebrows and shot her a look.
To celebrate the occasion, Greg’s colleagues prepared a delightful spread of cheese balls, veggie sticks, and mixed nuts. I had always thought I’d be on birth control until menopause left me barren, but here we are, free from the possibility of another child and feeling surprisingly liberated—it’s almost miraculous.
I like to attribute what happened next to the pain medication Greg was on following the surgery. When I returned from taking Emma to her first dance class, I sat beside him on the couch, where he was propped up with pillows, sipping water through a straw. I flipped through the photos I had taken, and there was Emma in her slightly worn leotard and tutu, which had seen better days. Despite the rips and the hand-me-down look, she was beaming, hands on her hips, radiating joy.
Greg paused on one of the pictures. With a mix of wonder and sadness, he murmured, “That’s my last baby.” In that moment, I was flooded with memories of my own pregnancies: the moments of bed rest, the anticipation of labor, and the bittersweet cutting of the umbilical cord—each a poignant farewell to a stage of life. Now, with this last procedure, we firmly declare that our family is complete. No more rewinding to relive those early days of falling in love with each newborn.
As we close this chapter, it’s a reminder of what we’ve built together. If you’re interested in the nuances of home insemination, you can explore more about it in our other articles here. For those curious about pregnancy, this resource is invaluable.
In summary, a vasectomy is a significant step in family planning, heralding the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
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