I realize she is now two years old and a sibling would be good for her (and a welcome addition to the family). I realize that I am 35 years old already, but I can’t help my feelings. I’m worried, terrified, and full of anxiety. Part of me desperately wants to have another baby, but the other part wonders if we should. Our experience with Little One being premature and in the hospital for so long makes me wonder if we should even take that chance. We may not be as lucky as we were with Little One coming out of it all so well.
Something I have been suppressing is that I have a terrible fear of getting pregnant again after my 28 weeker’s long stay in the NICU. I haven’t really spoken about it to anyone other than my best friend and my husband. Now that Little One is a toddler, everyone has been
harrassing asking me when #2 will be here. I get the “Little One needs a sibling” or “You’re getting too old, you better have another one now while you still can”.