To try for another baby or not?

That is the question occupying my mind

This post is going to read a bit more like a diary entry than what you’re used to from me. Mostly because this is a topic that I currently cannot wrap up with a nice little bow, along with a key takeaway. 

I’ve noticed something about human nature. When we’re in chaos, we long for when things will settle. When we finally get there, we experience this elusive calm for about twenty minutes before deciding we’re a bit bored. Almost immediately, we’re ready to throw more chaos into the mix. Think about it: you’re renovating a house, surrounded by dust and builders. Eventually it’s all done, you breathe a sigh of relief, and before long you’re looking for your next project. Our yearning for stability is ever at odds with our need for a change or, in some cases, our intolerance for boredom. 

For the last three years, I have muddled through my life as a parent, hoping to reach a point of consistency, when things will feel easier. I have written other posts about the challenges of parenting a highly sensitive child but in short, it’s been really intense. As we trudged through rain and hail, trying desperately to get our son to go asleep in his buggy in that first year (LOL at the idea he’d just drift off in his cot), Barry and I had countless conversations about how we were ‘one and done’.