Continuing on with the “When Do You Call It Quits” series this week, it’s my turn to share our experience. As you are probably aware from my previous posts, we were not “trying” for #3. I guess you could say that we just didn’t do a very good job at preventing. Now before I go into this, I want to say something to my sweet baby boys who may be old enough to read this someday. Bubbas, you were the best oops I have ever made! We may not have technically planned you guys, but our family is perfectly complete with you two in it.
OK, so Randy was absolutely done with two girls. With each pregnancy, we felt blessed that we had such easy, healthy deliveries. He did not want to roll the dice so to speak and felt happy with two beautiful little girls. I, on the other hand, did not feel like this family was done after Isabel was born. Now I was not ready to jump into another pregnancy just yet, I just didn’t feel like she was my last baby. After we found out we were in fact pregnant, and oops they were twins and uh oh, we are going to have four children under the age of five – Randy quickly decided to take control of our fertility. Without even thinking twice, he scheduled his “snip” procedure. And actually, I’m pretty sure every guy in our circle of friends did the same after hearing our story! So I thought for sure Randy would get a little nervous as the procedure was fast approaching. I mean most guys think this will ruin their manhood, their performance or whatever else may go through their minds, right? Not Randy. Morning of, he asked me if we had our frozen peas in the freezer and off we went to the urologist – game on! Typically, the urologist requires that you have a consult on your first visit, and then if you decide to go through with it, they’ll schedule your surgery. Randy demanded that his be done on the same day. So I brought my People magazine (I was 7 or so months pregnant with the twins so I was looking forward to kicking back in the waiting room with my smutty mags) and expected to spend the morning in the waiting room. About 11 minutes later and not even through the first article in People, Randy strolls in the waiting room and says he’s ready to go. I thought – could it be, did he chicken out at the last minute? He said no. I double-checked with the nurses and the doctor – that procedure was done! How could such a life-changing procedure be completed in less time than it takes me to catch up on my smut?!
So to cover our bases, I was also campaigning to have some security on my end, ya know, just in case his stuff grows back together. At my next OB appointment I announce that I really want my tubes tied. Not gonna happen – those babies were positioned beautifully for a vaginal delivery. OK, that was wonderful news, but I still needed to think about plan B for this fertile mama. Please don’t get me wrong, I feel so incredibly, lucky, blessed, gifted and more for delivering four healthy children! I just don’t really need any more than that or I will go off the deep end for a variety of reasons. My doctor laughed at me when I discussed my fears. She told me that if Randy was “snipped”, then we’re fine. I said that I don’t want to be that .000000001 %, thank you very much! So I decided on the Mirena.
I have to say, when my twins were born and every day after that, I feel perfectly complete with our family. I never get the baby urge when I look at newborns. Before the boys, I used to get that feeling every time I held one. We can’t imagine our life without these four little munchkins. We count our blessings each and every day. And we’re proud to be in the big fam club and equally proud to be done!