I find myself at a pivotal moment in my parenting journey. Each time I pack away another season of my little girl’s clothes, I feel a pang in my heart. My daughter is quickly outgrowing her 2T outfits, and I can’t help but feel a sense of denial wash over me.
The storage closet is now filled with onesies, blankets, and those adorable tiny hats. When my husband, Jake, suggested we consider transitioning her to a toddler bed, I couldn’t help but bristle. Where exactly would we keep her crib if we did that? Surely, we’re not ready to part with it just yet—right? Just in case, we need to hold onto it for a bit longer.
I always assumed that one day I would just know when it was time to stop expanding our family. However, the uncertainty weighs heavily on me, keeping me awake at night. On one hand, I remind myself that no one ever regrets the children they choose to have. The joy that a new life brings is undeniable. Sure, we would welcome another baby with open arms. But then again, I can’t shake the feeling that our hands are already quite full with two little ones.
Yet, there’s a lingering fear of what might happen if, in the future, I find myself longing for another child. What if I’m past the point of being able to have a baby and suddenly feel that deep, aching desire for one more? That fear pushes me to consider the possibility of just diving in and trying again. But something inside me whispers “not yet,” casting doubt and prompting me to pause and reflect.
What if she truly is my last?
As I fold up her new clothes, I can’t help but notice how quickly she’s growing. We’ve moved from soft cotton blends to more durable fabrics that can withstand the adventures of a toddler. It’s bittersweet. I still hold onto those cherished baby items—the footie pajamas and lovies that held so much sentimental value. My heart wasn’t ready to let go.
I often think we didn’t capture enough photos of her during those early days, as if the thousands of pictures on my phone somehow fall short. But what if she’s my last?
My little girl’s cheeks are thinning out, and her curls are now long enough to pull up into a tiny ponytail. It’s both adorable and heart-wrenching. The sweet infant smell that once enveloped her is fading, and I find myself wishing I had taken more moments to savor that scent. It may seem odd, but other mothers would surely understand.
As Jake and I finished up organizing her things, we heard her calling for us from the crib. We exchanged smiles before racing down the hallway, playfully jostling for the chance to be the first to lift her from her bed. The thrill of hearing her joyful “Mama!” or “Dada!” when she sees us is something we now treasure deeply.
It’s funny how we’ve come to cherish these fleeting moments—the nighttime cuddles, the Sunday morning walks, even the mundane trips to the grocery store. We often took these experiences for granted when our eldest was a baby, but not anymore. Time has a way of sneaking up on you; before you know it, that roly-poly infant becomes a curious, energetic child. It’s a beautiful transformation, yet I find myself wishing time could slow down just a bit.
Jake got to her nursery first, changing her diaper, showering her with kisses, and singing “Twinkle Twinkle” in a voice that made me chuckle. From the doorway, I watched him soaking up every moment as if babyhood were a limited-time offer. I completely understand his feeling; the question looms over both of us, reminding us to cherish every second.
Because what if she really is our last?
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In summary, the journey of deciding whether to have another child is filled with mixed emotions. Moments of joy are intertwined with fears of regret, making it a deeply personal and challenging decision. As I navigate these feelings, I’m reminded to savor every moment with my growing children, as each stage of their lives brings its own unique joys and challenges.