At 30 I had my first child, a son. I was just getting used to being a Mum when we moved overseas to Auckland, New Zealand for a year – well that was the plan! I found out when my son was 3.5 months old that I was pregnant AGAIN, and we moved back home to our house here in Tassie and where my family all were. I must admit it was a shock, especially as their due dates were the same date – just 12 months apart! Luckily my son had been born a week early, and my daughter a week late ,so they ended up with 12 months and 2 weeks between them.
While I never felt totally “done” with having children, those blurred years with two babies and then two toddlers, then two at school passed very quickly, and it wasn’t until I turned 40 that I realised that I really would like another. After a miscarriage I thought my chances were over, but found I was pregnant again soon later and gave birth to my 3rd child – a son, just days before my 42nd birthday.
Today, at 44 with an energetic 2 year old and two in high school, I’m busy, but you know what, I am LOVING it. The “baby” has given our family a “new lease of life” and none of us know what we ever did without him.
I believe there is no “perfect age” between children. There are pros and cons with the small gap and the big gap that I had, but you make the best of what you get, and what is right for YOU! Many will think I’m “too old” and that’s OK, it’s a personal thing and I’m happy and so are my kids, and just quietly, I plan to be around for a LONG time yet
Posted by Kymichelle, 28th July 2013