“Well, I guess I will go and make an appointment to get my stuff snipped,” Jeff said to me.
It was a Friday evening in December. Hayden was staying the night at Nonna’s house and Jeff and I were suppose to be getting ready for his work’s Christmas party.
Earlier that morning, we had been at my doctor’s office for an ultrasound.
The ultrasound confirmed my pregnancy but showed us something that we never dreamed could happen…. triplets. Or as our doctor put it, “Looks like you hit the jack pot!”
Through the rest of the appointment we were both in a stunned silence. Out in the parking lot, I tried to talk to Jeff but no words came out and we went our separate ways.
“You will what?!” I asked his statement catching me off guard.
“I will call and make an appointment for a vasectomy. We were just told we are having triplets and that is triple the amount of kids we were hoping for. We are done,” Jeff clarified.
I understood where he was coming from. He is a man after all and very practical. If you don’t want anymore kids, you do something permanent so no more kids come.
“Can you at least wait until I have the babies. I am not even 8 weeks along. So much could happen. There is just so much up in the air right now,” I said.
“Fine. When they are born and before you come home, I am going to get a snipping,” he said.
“Let’s just wait. What is something happens after they are born. I would hate to loose them all and not have any chance of having any other children,” I said.
We continued to debate the matter but one thing that rang true was that triplets plus one, four kids, was our limit. We didn’t want any more children.
To make a long story short, I ended up getting my tubes tied during my c-section. Jeff still says he is willing to get a vasectomy to make real sure that we don’t have another child but I am thinking we are good.
When I was growing up, I always told people that I wanted to have six kids.
The reason, six was my favorite number.
I gave no thought to whether I could handle that many children or what it would mean to be a mother of six. As time past and I actually spent time with children, I knew that there was no way I could be a mother to six kids.
When Jeff and I began to talk of having children, he always said that two was his limit. He grew up in the family with two kids and just thought that worked. He said he liked the ‘man on man’ style of parenting.
I always thought that I wanted four kids but when met with all the challenges of infertility and going through hell to actually get pregnant, I knew that I could only go through it two times.
That is why having triplets was the best compromise that Jeff and I ever made. We had two pregnancies which is what he wanted and we got four children which is what I wanted.
I am not really sure he thinks this was such a great compromise but the kids have grown on him.
Now that my kids are seven, four, four and four, I am not going to lie and say that I don’t think about how awesome it would be to have another baby. Sometime my heart yearns for a baby so badly, I can hardly stand it.
To be pregnant one more time where I could actually enjoy it without having it be my first time or high risk.
To have just one baby that I could just snuggle and hold for hours on end would be awesome.
But then my brain kicks in and tells me that another baby, a 5th child, would mean a bigger van, a bigger house, new baby stuff because the triplets destroyed all the old stuff and being more out numbered than I am right now. It would also means the complete loss of any sanity that I have left.
No, I am done. When it comes down to it, I reached my favorite number with my family of six and that makes me happy.
And besides, there are always sister-in-laws and friends who will have babies specifically for me to hold and cuddle. I know, I have asked them.
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