Cut, Tied and Burned
I can’t have any more children. Now I may get some negative comments for this post, but hey – I’m all about creating a dialogue. So again… I can’t have any more children. No, I didn’t have cysts, or cancer, or any other unfortunate physical ailment. I had my tubes tied. (I told you that this would be juicy.)
I am 31 years young and officially done with having children. As I look at some of my fellow Mommy Bloggers who have chosen to share their stories of infertility and heartbreak, I can’t help but to feel slightly guilty that my baby making parts were all in order and I willingly chose to have them cut, burned, and tied. (Yes, that’s what they do.) At this point, I don’t regret it at all.
I found out that I was having twins about three weeks in. On my next appointment with the OB, I asked her if she’d tie my tubes after I gave birth. She looked at me with disdain and asked, “Why would you want to do that?”
I began to explain to her that from a very young age, I knew that I didn’t want more than two children. I remember thinking, that if I ever did like those icky boys, and chose to have kids with them that I’d only want two children… a boy and a girl. It stuck with me. (I also remember that at one point, I only wanted to have those children with Scott Baio from Charles In Charge. I was a funny girl.)
I went on to explain that I knew my chances would be high of having another set of twins (four times greater than the average woman to be exact), and that four children was just not a good look for me.