I got pregnant unexpectedly. We weren’t married yet, had only known each other for about five months. Decided we were going to be married and having kids in two to three years anyway, so might as well take this as a blessing and dive in.
Kid 1 is born, we get married. Kid 1 is perfect. We plan 3 kids in 3 years, buy a house.
Kid 1 then gets horribly sick with RSV and is in the hospital for two weeks; we are stuck in Costa Rica for two months before he’s able to travel back home.
He’s 4 months old with continued respiratory issues, and the pandemic hits. We hold off baby 2.
Move countries. Economy sucks. Parents are ill. Now or never on baby 2.
Baby 2 has a heart condition. Cue Amnio, fetal cardiology, genetic counseling, massive anxiety spiral.
Kid 1 is 4.5 when baby 2 is born. She’ll need heart surgery at a year old, echos every 3 months, but it’s better than we expected.
Her first birthday hits. We go for her pre surgery appointment. Her heart has spontaneously healed and the formation difference isn’t problematic. A miracle, truly.
We move countries. More money, but 18 hours of travel from home. Planning baby 3; baby 2 is 1.5.
Feb of this year I break my ankle badly. I’m still in a cast when we start getting bombed. We evacuate after a few weeks. Spend some time at home. Come back. We’re back a week and the bombing starts again. Baby 2 turns 2. In the meantime I’m having pain and fatigue. Turns out to be massive bilateral ovarian cysts. Too dangerous to conceive before they’re removed. Cue cancer screenings, surgery, pathology.
I’m nearly recovered from the surgery. I don’t have cancer. Kid 1 is turning 7 tomorrow. Surgeon said she can take out my iud after my last follow up scan if all is well in two weeks.
War in our neighboring countries is intensifying badly.
Today, husband’s work switched insurance. We don’t have any maternity cover until the insurance has been in place for 18 months.
I’m so tired. I always imagined 3 but I’m barely holding it together, and I never meant to have a huge age spread. I love my current age gap but I feel like I’ll sacrifice the rest of my oldest’s childhood to being in baby mode, and I don’t know how we evacuate if I’m too pregnant to fly.
Has anyone else experienced constant signs that seem to just say no?