In the last few months, I’ve started getting the You guys thinking about having a third? comment more frequently. Maybe because several of our friends have just had their third–or fourth–baby.
This is it.
The baby has finally started sleeping a glorious, GLORIOUS, twelve hours at night straight, partially thanks to the four nights of Crying It Out that I stomached. Nothing worse than listening to your baby screaming at full volume for 40 minutes while you paw silently at the door, on the verge of tears yourself.
He’s okay. My God, he had seven, SEVEN!, bottles today. He’s not hungry.
He’s okay. He’s 6 1/2 months old.
He’s okay. He’s 22 pounds. 22 POUNDS! He’s a Monster Baby, for the love of God.
He’s not going to die.
He’s just really, really pissed.
He’s got the eat-sleep association.
You’re not a bad mother.
Oh God… Will he EVER stop crying? Is this damaging his vocal cords?
Repeat that several more times on the first night.
But he did. By the fourth night, Done.
(Can I just say, sure, you love your baby. But man, you REALLY, REALLY love your baby when he doesn’t bother you from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m.)
Two is enough.
In the first two weeks postpartum, I went over the numbers in my head and made a list of reasons for or against having a third child. Yeah, yeah. We said we’d only have two, but LOOK AT THIS FACE!!! Oh my God. Babies are incredible. I could totally do this again.
But then, we’d be looking at a minivan.
And I’d be 37? 38? 39? And pregnant? I remember how I felt being 35 and pregnant. I don’t think it’s going to get any easier. This body has been through enough. (And you’re welcome, Offspring.)
And another three years of full time-daycare ($33,000 total at today’s rate)?
I think it was the cost of daycare that was really the deciding factor.
We were talking the other night about just how much “free time” we had before children.
I mean, duh, right? Of course we had more time. In some ways, it was great. Coming home from work and relaxing. Nice. It was “the life.”
Of course, we did other things. I wrote a novel. Doug volunteered extensively for our church, cooking meals for 100-200 people weekly. We hung out with friends. A lot. And it was fantastic. We went out to eat. We entertained.
We also worked more than our fair share at our jobs. I worked about 50-60 hours per week at four (yes, four) jobs. Doug often worked more than his required 40.
But from my perspective now, I look back and think, God, imagine what we could have accomplished for this YouTube channel if we had started doing this before we had kids.
But that was years before YouTube’s currently capabilities and reach.
So here we are.
Instead of having a third baby, we have a YouTube channel.
It’s got his hands and my eyes.
It really is a combination of all of our talents together in one creative outlet.
We’re so proud.