Speaking of another baby, I wanted to write about something that has been on my heart for a few months. As you may or may not know, DH and I have been talking about having another child for a couple of months now. The other day, I had a heart-to-heart with myself about my true intentions for wanting another child. Of course, there's the obvious that we want to open our hearts and home to other little blessings from God but I wondered if other reasons were at play. I thought back to my birth experience with Baby M. Being our first, we didn't know what to expect so we attended Bradley classes and hired a doula. Well, when the time came, much of what we learned and practiced went out of the window because of all the interventions that take place in a hospital birth. I labored for close to 30 hours in which time, I gave in to the pain and received an epidural. This went against everything that I envisioned for my "perfect" birth and it took me a while before I accepted it and came to terms with it. Basically, I said all that to say this: is my wanting another child misguided? Am I wanting one because I truly want it or am I doing this because I want a chance to have the birth I always dreamed of? I don't want that child to be born with the perfect birth and I love him or her more than I do Baby M because of that. Maybe I am just completely over-analyzing this. I would love to hear from you, especially those of you who know where I'm coming from!
