Our Surprise Third Baby Is Here, and Sometimes I Regret It
Baby number three is 6 months old and so loved. So why does she sometimes miss the life she had before him? A mom shares what she's too ashamed to say.
Hi, everyone. My name is Claudia, I'm 39, and I have three kids. My big boys are 10 and 8, and then, years later, there's our baby, who is 6 months old.
The baby wasn't exactly planned, but we were thrilled anyway. His big brothers have totally grown into their new roles and are so sweet with him. And I enjoy him most of the time, too. I'm so much more experienced now than I used to be, and that makes it easier.
But we all know how exhausting a baby can be. Sometimes I catch myself thinking how easy life was before he came along. The big boys are already so independent and out with their friends a lot. I had enough time for myself, for my relationship, for my friends. Now everything has changed again, and I'm on call for the baby 24/7.
Will our late-in-the-game baby be too much for us?
Sometimes I really long for the way things used to be, and I wonder whether two kids might have been better. Someone will always take two kids off your hands for a bit, but with three, not so much. Everything gets a little more complicated with three, whether it's the car or vacations. Sometimes I honestly panic when it hits me how many more years it will be until I have more freedom again.
At the same time, I'm ashamed of even thinking this, and I'd never dare talk about it openly. So I'm writing here, hoping to connect with moms who might understand.
This story first appeared in German on StadtLandMama.
