I remember years, no, decades where babies were the most desirable companions in my mind. From around 5 years old, all I wanted to do was hold a baby or feed a baby. I wanted to help in the church nursery. I wanted to babysit. I wanted to be a Mom to babies. Their fat little feet and soft curly hair was all I could think about.
Then I got my babies. We've had tons of babies. I felt so sad for my friends that were birthing their babies when they started to announce that they were done- no more babies. What a terrible existence! No babies?!
Over Christmas break, we got to do respite for the cutest little baby. He was way easier than both of my girls- who are somewhat high maintenance. When we've done respites before, I always get a case of baby fever. Imagine my surprise when this time I felt... nothing.
No baby fever. No, "I wish we could keep him.". He was so fun, but the allure of having more babies has left.
During that week, we also got a call from the adoption agency we used for Baby Girl. They had a newborn boy with the same medical condition as her, and thought to reach out to us. I immediately said no. We have the possibility of 2 adoptions in 2014. We're good. After talking to Brandon about him, we faltered a little in our resolve, but mostly for fear that we were his only chance- which ultimately was not a fair reason to pursue his adoption. He deserves to be wanted and sought after like Baby Girl was.
We've always had people asking us what our plans are for fostering/adoption in the future. I used to think we would adopt babies until our bedrooms were full, then become a 6 week home for newborns until they could be placed with working foster families who needed them in daycare, then once all our kids were grown, we'd taking in parenting teens with their babies, then we'd die.
Now, I'm thinking that after our adoptions are done and our kids are in school (which will likely happen around the same time), we could take older kids.
Kids who are potty trained
Kids who can buckle their own seatbelts
Kids who play independently long enough for me to use the bathroom
Kids who don't continuously ask to watch Yo Gabba Gabba
No more formula smell lingering on all my clothes
No more buying whole new wardrobes every couple of weeks for growing preemies/newborns/0-3 month-ers
I might even be able to grocery shop alone during the day while everyone is at school.
Or shower in a quiet house.
My baby days might be ending. I am totally shocked, and really excited.
Edited to add: OK, I just logged on to Facebook, and 2 of my friends were just introduced to their newborn babies who will soon be adopted. Just like that I forgot everything I just posted!
In our family, we have 3 BioMoms who could reasonably have more children that they are unable to parent. We would absolutely say yes to any of our children's siblings. That's my baby compromise.