If you read the title and you’re scratching your head, allow me to explain.
Last week I had the pleasure of babysitting a 6-month-old baby girl who I will affectionately refer to as “Baby Girl.” (Clever, no?)
Baby Girl and I made fast friends as her 6-year-old big brother and BooBoo were classmates last year. We had a special bond, Baby Girl and I. I’d hold her at school pickup and chat away with her mom while she’d smile and grab my hair. She was one of the few babies (aside from my own) who didn’t fuss when I held her, making me feel like a baby whisperer if only for a few minutes a day. I fell for this sweet baby in record time, so when Baby Girl’s mom needed a sitter for a few weeks, I was so there.
Up until this point, I was pretty sure I was done having babies, especially since my husband and I have been working tirelessly on home improvements meant to undo all the wear and tear our kids have made to the house. I’ve been honest with my heart’s desire for another baby, how I wished I could experience the joy and wonder of a daughter, and even the selfish reasons why I probably shouldn’t make a go of another pregnancy. I even resigned myself to the difficult choice of not having another baby in favor of my mental health and yet, here I am babysitting precious Baby Girl who just by virtue of the special little lady she is, makes my ovaries twitch and uterus kick and scream, “LORI, YOU COULD HAVE THIS!” in barren protest.
Oh, my head versus my heart—the story of my life. Considering I’m in the best mental and financial space I’ve ever been in and I’m not getting any younger (hello, looming 37th birthday), what’s the hold up? Why not just take a plunge and have a little faith?
Because I’m scared.
I’m scared to upset the delicate balance that’s taken years of medication, hard work, and sacrifice to find. I don’t have to tell you that a baby changes everything.
But when I spend time with Baby Girl and witness the beautiful moments she’s created in my family, I can’t help but want more of it. Someone important (who I can’t remember right now) once said that you’ll never regret having another baby, but you will most certainly regret not having one. God, I get that.
Take a look at beautiful Baby Girl and the magic that follows wherever she goes:
Meet Baby Girl 1 of 10
See? I told you.
She’s a happy girl 2 of 10
Both of my kids weren't exactly happy babies. Boy Wonder was just pissed all the time. And BooBoo? Well, he was just so obsessed with Boy Wonder that he was actually sort of pissed all the time too.
Heart melt 3 of 10
Baby Girl owned me from the start.
What about Big Daddy P? 4 of 10
That guy didn't stand a chance.
Hey, wait a minute! 5 of 10
My husband's wanted a daughter forever. Watch out Baby Girl's parents!
That’s what I’m talking about 6 of 10
Me and she, she and me; happy as can be!
BooBoo was a big fan 7 of 10
"Mom, she likes me!"
Symbolic gesture 8 of 10
BooBoo allowing Baby Girl to play with his favorite dinosaur meant she earned a giant seal of approval.
And Boy Wonder? 9 of 10
My heart! 10 of 10
I can't stand the cute!
Be honest, has someone else’s baby ever given you baby fever?
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