Mommy Bloggers: Sniff

The following entry is a favorite from the archives of Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters.

This is something I was never told in any of the dozens of infertility books I have read: parenting after infertility is such a balance between the bitter and the sweet. I'm sure that there are similar emotions that breakforth for any couple when they know they are parenting their last child. But I think that people who parent after IF find themselves struggling with those transitions on the first child. Perhaps because you never know if you will get to hold another one.

I can't give up the bottle.

My children can give up the bottle. My son, in fact, waved at his bottle tonight and said, "bye bye ba-ba." And I looked at him in horror and said, "no, no, there's still one more bottle! Tomorrow night! This was not the last bottle."

I truly can't give up the bottle.

It could be the simple idea that we don't know if we will be able to have more children. There are the medical considerations and the financial considerations and they come together to create the perfect storm of childlessness. Even if we were to have more children, they may come into our lives at an older age since many international adoptions do not take place at the moment of the child's birth. There are waiting periods. And we may choose in the end to adopt a child that is closer in age to our existing children. In which case, we would miss their babyhood all together.

So no more bottles.

My mother was over two weeks ago when we mentioned that she should really enjoy the bottle she would give the following weekend. It would probably be the last bottle she would get to give. She looked wistfully at them playing and told me how she couldn't give up my crib. She had such a stumbling block when it came to moving me into a toddler bed. I think many parents who haven't gone through IF would have heard me talking about giving up the bottle and would have focused on the fears of the average parent--that the children would refuse to give it up, that bedtime would become difficult, that they would stop sleeping through the night. But my mother, a fellow Stirrup Queen, heard the catch in my voice when I mentioned the last bottle and she immediately knew what I was thinking. That it could be the last bottle I ever give since I don't know if there will be more children. It was the same struggle my mother faced when she had to move me to the toddler bed. There may not be another child no matter how badly she wants one. She was lucky and had my brother. She got to go through those milestones one more time.

I've had trouble with other transitions from babyhood to toddlerhood, but this one is the hardest. Maybe it's because it's tied to cuddle time. Or because it was so hard to get them to take a bottle in the beginning (our premature babies took 45 minutes to finish one ounce of milk) that it seems most unfair that we have to give up the skill once we've gotten really good at it. Maybe it's residual hurt from the fact that I couldn't breastfeed--a reminder that we had to do formula and bottles because the fertility drugs damaged my ability to produce prolactin. They gave me two babies and no ability to feed them--how is that for irony? Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm having such trouble with the bottle. All I know is that we need to give them up tomorrow night.

People who are parenting their last child, but who haven't gone through IF, may think they feel the same way. They may be holding onto their last child's babyhood. It's probably similar. I have a feeling that it's still slightly different. It comes from that fine distinction between knowledge and the unknown.

Please hop on over to Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters, and read more by the very talented Mel.

Comments

This is sooooo very true.

After waiting over 3 years to finally conceive, I find I can hardly bear the passing milestones as my baby turns into a toddler. She is now almost 18 months and I still nurse her. I doubt I'll ever get pregnant again and so I keep hanging onto every second of having my precious baby.

Posted by: Susan (5 Minutes for Mom) | November 2, 2006 1:13 PM

Your blog was linked to another one I like to read, so I'm passing through today. Just wanted to say, yes! I think I have the ignominious distinction of having offered a "ba ba" the longest of anyone I know. Four years. Gulp! So it was water at naptime...it was a flippin baba!
My twins are smart, healthy six year olds now and I'm never sorry for letting them be babies as long as they want. :-) Now if I could just remember when they WERE babies!

Posted by: Sarah J | November 8, 2006 5:19 PM

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