Dear Future Baby Number Two,
Let me start by clarifying that I’m not expecting you just yet. It’s not that I don’t long for you; in fact, it’s exactly because I want the best for you that I take a little blue pill each morning. This routine comes with its own set of bloating, spotting, and other odd side effects, but it’s a small price to pay for your future.
This may sound confusing, but timing is everything. You deserve a world full of opportunities, just like your older sister, Sophie. Unfortunately, right now, I can’t provide that. Emotionally, I’m still on a journey of healing, and financially, we’re navigating some uncertain waters. I’m working on my mental health with the help of a wonderful therapist who is expecting her own little one, and that sight often stirs up a longing for you.
There’s an even heavier reality I need to address, and it’s one I’ve struggled to articulate. After Sophie was born, I faced profound postpartum depression. It wasn’t just the fleeting baby blues or fatigue; it was a deep, overwhelming darkness. The first year of Sophie’s life was incredibly challenging. Instead of celebrating her milestones, I found myself in tears, feeling disconnected from her joy and love. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just a woman with a child, not the loving mother Sophie—or you—deserve.
As I slowly recover, I still worry that I might fall back into that same dark place, and I wish to become a better parent—better prepared—before welcoming you into our lives.
It stings every time someone asks, “When are you having baby number two?” It hurts because it’s a reminder of what we desperately want but feel we can’t achieve right now. It’s not that I’m unable to conceive; rather, it’s the emotional readiness that is lacking. I know I need to wait, but that doesn’t make it any easier. The thought of you being part of our family fills me with both hope and heartache.
There are days when I find myself daydreaming about you, imagining what you’d be like. Would you have your father’s eyes? How would Sophie react to you? I picture her planting sloppy kisses on your cheeks, teaching you to say “please” in her adorable voice, hoping you’d charm us for cookies at breakfast. But will I wait too long? Will she grow too independent to care about a new sibling?
Some days I feel the urge to begin trying for you, but a deep part of me knows we’re not ready yet. Not at this moment.
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In summary, the wait for you is filled with love, hope, and a touch of sadness as I navigate my own feelings and circumstances. I want to be the best mother I can be for both you and Sophie, and that means taking the time to prepare.
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