Little One is turning 2 next week. Now that my baby is no longer a “baby”, the thought of having a sibling for her has crossed my mind. Hubby and I always wanted to have lots of children. Now, I think two would be fine with me.
I have to say that the thought of having another baby is a bit daunting. With my high risk pregnancy with Little One and her cannon-balling her way into this world three months early, I am a bit scared.
I am scared of having another preterm baby. I keep thinking how lucky we were with Little One being born so soon and not having any medical issues. She still had three more months to go in the womb where she was supposed to grow and develop. What if we have another preemie? What if we’re not as lucky this time?
Everyone has been asking us when we’re going to have #2. I know their questions are innocent enough. The truth is I am scared to have another preemie. Little One is so perfect. She is so happy, healthy, and funny. I don’t know if I can go through another high risk pregnancy.
I know that no matter what happens, we’ll love our baby if we do have another one. I don’t know why I’m so scared.
The one thing I’m finding out about the NaBloPoMo challenge is that it’s forcing me to write about things I may not ever bring up or talk about normally.