Hyperemesis Gravidarum is awful. I mean, really awful. It’s so awful that many women experience it once and then take immediate measures to ensure they’ll never be pregnant again. I’d like to be really clear before I go any further that I completely and totally respect this. HG is truly horrible and there is nothing selfish, cowardly, or weak about not wanting to go through it again.
Let me also say to any mother who might be feeling guilt over this situation: Despite what some folks may say, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having an only child. Being an only child won’t “ruin” a kid. There are lots of wonderful things that come along with being an only child. Believe me. I know. I am one. Trust yourselves, parents. If stopping at one is the right choice for you, that’s okay. And practice some really good zingers for folks who would tell you otherwise!
I’ll say it again: HG is awful. So why is it that there are those of us who, knowing what’s behind that door, want to have more children? I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but here’s my answer:
She is amazing. She turned 3 years old on Friday. When I was pregnant with her, I didn’t like her very much. I was so sick. I imagined she was hanging from my rib cage and gnawing on my bones. But when she was born, it was like the world disappeared and it was just us. Just me and this precious little miracle cuddled in my arms. That’s when I knew it was worth it.
When she was born, I became a better person. She made me a better person. Something about her had given me more patience, more kindness, and more love than I ever thought it was possible to have. That tiny, squirming baby, the one for whom I risked my life to bring into the world, changed me in ways that I can’t even completely understand.
Now that tiny, squirming baby has grown up into a bright, curious child. She’s smart (boy is she smart!), and funny, and completely silly.
This why I want to do it all over again.
HG is awful, but the reward at the end makes it all worthwhile.