If you’ve been keeping up with me, you may have read my article, Pregnant Pause and how I am adamantly against having kids any time soon. Recently my husband and I celebrated our two year anniversary and my stance hadn’t changed. I still believe that we need time to enjoy each other before introducing a new addition to our family. Of course, I wish I had thought of that before we got the dog but I digress.
Currently I am in the midst of pregnancy fever at work. I recently found out that a few of my co-workers are expecting little ones. Inevitably the question was raised to me, “When are you going to have one?” Seeing my coworkers go through the early stages of pregnancy and hearing their tales of woe continued to strengthen my resolve not to have kids. I was certain that I would not subscribe to this baby fever nonsense.
A few weeks ago I was offered the opportunity to see a new patient, a premature infant who was having some musculoskeletal issues. I jumped at the chance to work with the newborn, as I am always willing to try most things at least once professionally. If I didn’t like it, I would never have to do it again. When I went to see the baby it was business as usual; she was just another patient, albeit a bit smaller than most. But then the little bugger opened her big brown eyes and contorted her face into something resembling a smile and my icy heart melted. Straight into a puddle at my feet.
Due to my late blooming maternal instincts, I had been questioning if I even wanted any children. I know it’s the ultra-traditional process; find the man, get married, and have kids. The thought of not having any kids would be seen as unorthodox to my deeply traditional Haitian family but working with the newborn reassured me that I would like to have kids, someday. Not because it’s expected of me, but because I have a yearning to bring a new life into this world that is a combination of my husband and I. Being with that baby made me long for my own little one; holding them in my arms, singing silly songs, and reading my favorite children’s’ stories while sitting in my rocking chair. But keep your terrible 2 year olds away from me, they may revert me right back.
What do you think about having children someday?