This is our one and done.

My only boy.
My only child.

Did we agree on one?
Yep.

Was it our choice?
Yep.

Do I regret it?
I'd be lying if I said no.

You see, I've always wanted two or three kids. I have an older sister and having a sibling growing up was amazing, despite our fights and differences.

But my life took a different path.

While we had a plan to adopt a second child, that plan stalled like a car breaking down in the middle of a busy highway.

I gave birth at 35 and went through some deep and disturbing postpartum anxiety and postpartum depression.
It was then that I knew in the pits of my soul that I couldn't give myself to another child.

And that realization hurts. HARD.

I miss hearing the laughter and fighting between siblings and sometimes I'm envious of families with multiple children.

But we made the right choice for our family.
For my sanity.
For my well being.

We made the choice to be a one-and-done family so that we could be the parents we needed to be.
So that I could be the mom I needed to be.

So no, I don't NEED a second child and I don't want to hear about how having more than one is better or easier or harder.
I'm here to support you and your choices as much as I would like for you to do the same for me.

I'm at peace knowing that I am giving my wild yet lovable child everything I can, even if it doesn't include giving him a sibling.