Monday, August 1, 2011


My mom with all of my babies at the hospital.
Most commonly asked question after you give birth to a baby girl with two little boys as her big brothers, “so are you done?” and my commonly replied answer when asked this question, “yes!” But now, I have no idea.
Ali’s pregnancy was the hardest out of all of my children. Not only did it include the typical, uncomfortable pregnancy symptoms but also, a visit to the ER because of the severity of the morning sickness one wonderful, lovely night, prescription drugs for morning sickness just so I could get through the other days and my personal favorite, the onset of pre-partum depression, which included degrading, debilitating and suicidal thoughts.

Baby Ali at 13 weeks gestational.

Recovery after Ali’s birth was rough too; causing me to cry in pain even while on 10mg of Oxycodone on top of other pain relievers.

So who in their right mind would ever want to go through such horrible pain again?!? (I could write paragraphs on the definition of this kind of person but I think it would suffice to simply say): A mother.

I can’t say with certainty if Ali will be our last child or second to last. We’ll see where we stand in a year or should I say we’ll see where I stand in a year as the hubs has remarked that he doesn’t want me to have any regrets so if I want another baby then we’ll have another baby. He’s a sweetheart and I love him dearly but damn, now I’m responsible for this huge decision.

Me and my Aidy (Xmas 2010).

I can think of a million reasons to not have another baby but I, also, know even a fraction of the love I feel for one of my children can completely override all of that.

So are we done?

Who friggin’ knows . . .

Probably not.