I find it so interesting that people I’ve known for 5 minutes have the nerve to ask some of the most obnoxious questions. I took Maya to the park after school yesterday, and ran into this seemingly friendly lady who asked me about ten nosy questions in the span of 3 minutes.
Random Park Lady (gesturing to Maya): “Is she your only child?”
Me: Yes, but she has so much energy that sometimes feel like I have 3 kids!”
Random Park Lady: “Are you going to have more kids?’
Me: “No, I can barely handle the one I have.”
Random Park Lady: “Oh, that’s too bad. Your daughter will have a lonely life growing up.”
Me (inching away): “Well she has lots of cousins and friends. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Random Park Lady (with a “knowing” smile): “It’s not the same thing as having a sibling. Just wait, you’ll change your mind.”
I’m probably blowing things out of proportion and I know I have got to stop letting people bother me so much, but this topic really bothers me. I mean, do I really need to explain to a complete stranger that:
- I developed a life-threatening blood clot during my last trimester and was advised not to have any more kids?
- Does she need to know that if I am crazy enough to consider having more children I would have to inject blood thinner into my stomach again, 3 times a day for 9 months instead of just 3 months like I had to do with Maya?
- Does she really need to be so mean as to point out that Maya will have a lonely life as an only child?
- Does she not think that hasn’t occurred to me? And finally, injections or not, I WILL NOT change my mind and decide to have more kids. If I had a dollar for every person who has said that to me I swear I could buy myself my dream $5 million condo in NYC, and I’d probably have enough left over for the flat I’ve been eyeing in London.
I will say this though - if I could hire a live-in nanny to deal with the inevitable sleepless nights that another colicky child will bring, if I didn’t have watch myself gain and lose another 20 pounds, if I didn’t have to inject myself with Heparin 810 times (yes I actually calculated this number), and if someone could assure me that I wouldn’t have to sell my soul again to provide this child with a guaranteed coveted spot in daycare, I may just consider having another child.
Mainly so I could take cute pictures of Maya, like this one:
Then again, borrowing a baby for another picture might just be the smarter, easier, cheaper option?
Ameena Din http://www.fancythatfancythis.com
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