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I was 32 and my husband 52 when our second child was born. I didn't want the first to be an only child and figured if he had a sibling, after my husband and I died, they would at least have each other. At the time 32 was fairly old to be having a child, these days it's no big deal.
Ironically, despite being 22 months apart, they are not very close at all. I mean they get along but they don't go out of their way much to spend time together.
I was miserably unhappy in my marriage and my husband was never around. When he was, he was very detached from me and my daughter. But I REALLY wanted two kids, and I was willing to take the chance that I would be a single mom of two instead of a single mom of one. So we went for number 2. Unfortunately she was kind of a high strung baby, never slept, very clingy, so she was tough on the marriage. He really wanted 3 (which had been our original plan) and when that subject started coming up, I became TERRIFIED that I would get pregnant again. He was really angry that I was denying him the right to have a son. That was a definite indicator that my marriage wasn't working. So now I am single mom of 2 and no regrets! He is remarried and got his son.
It wasn't a decision -- it was just the fulfillment of a dream, what we had imagined as our family. Interestingly, everyone in my family who has *3* children, the 3rd child was not "planned" -- it was more of a "Ahh . . . surprise!" And yet, I have a friend who was depressed because the doctor told her to stop after 4 -- age, female issues, etc. All kinds of parents, all kinds of motivations.
It was a gradual decision made over several months. Oddly enough once we both agreed it was the thing we wanted to do, it happened far faster than the first pregnancy. We knew that our family was complete after the second baby, and he was a much easier baby than his older sister.
Tried and tried and tried for 3 years. Now he is 30 , then after all that trying, I got pregnant with #3 6 months after he was born AND using BC properly , that one just turned 29 a few days ago .
One day, for no apparent reason, I wanted a baby. Baby baby baby baby. All I ever thought about. Convinced hubby that we needed one (we'd been married for 6 years at this point.) He somewhat reluctantly agreed. Had our son.
That was perfect for another 3 years, then....baby baby baby baby! Wanted another. Got pregnant, had our daughter.
I didn't know it could be done that way. #2 just happened, I don't even know how.
They were only a year apart but it was very useful to have 2. The babies helped each other because they were close in age.
They played together and watched each other and if one couldn't do something, the other one could and I made them play Candyland together so I wouldn't have to.
It was immensely helpful in our case to have 2 that close in age.
Four months into my wife's pregnancy, she was getting an ultrasound. I was there.
Suddenly the doctor looks up and says, "There's two of them."
And I said... "Two of what?"
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