Recently, I have thought more and more about having another baby. Giving P a sibling like the majority of her friends have got. A brother or a sister that she can dote on. I like the idea of it, I like that she’d have somebody else to turn to and I like the idea of being a family of 4.
Logistically though, P is easy. I can take her anywhere. I don’t have to worry about a changing bag, a pushchair or how she’ll react. At nearly 3 you can reason with her, you can have a conversation with her and she slots into our family of three like a glove. Another baby may upset that balance.
Many times of late I’ve been asked, ‘are you ready for your next one?’, or told ‘don’t leave her an only one’, ‘don’t leave the gap to big’. Except for us, what if one is perfect, the magic number and the final piece in our puzzle. I know from watching my friends with their children, that 2,3,4 children are hard work and getting out the house is a military operation, anyone who tells me different I need to see the proof.
For now though, I’m happy with my Nephews Duke and Charlie. Who needs another with such precious bundles around.
If we do stick with just P, all the matters to us is she’s loved, happy and a well rounded individual. Even with siblings, you can’t always guarantee that.