How Do You Know When You’re Done Having Babies?

by | Apr 4, 2018 | Little Babies, Little Siblings, PERSONAL AND FAMILY | 0 comments


Once upon a time, when I was a little girl who had no idea what it was really like to be a mum, I thought four seemed like a good, round number. I meticulously planned the gender ratio to be two of each and in this order: girl, boy, and then girl/boy twins. PERFECT.

Of course, life rarely becomes what your 6-year-old self plans it to be which is why I don’t have daughters named Jenny and Lisa – hands down my ultimate favourite names in 1982. And the idea of fitting two babies into my little pygmy body at once is confronting to say the least.

The Magic Number

I seem to recall Bren and I tossed around the idea of four kids in the early stages of our relationship when we had all the love for a big family and none of the reality. We had both grown up with just one sibling and both of us craved the slightly more chaotic but – what we perceived to be – closer dynamic of a bigger family. In the end, we decided on three kids as being just enough chaos but without having to buy a van for transport.

We didn’t talk much about what the financial implications of having kids would be and thank god for that – we might not have had any! If we had waited until we were ‘ready financially,’ who knows how long that might be taken? Our age was a more important factor and as we approached our 30th birthdays, we knew we wanted to get started sooner rather than later.

Three, Not Out?

From the beginning, Bren and I were convinced we were ‘girl’ parents. Bren was a gentle musician who couldn’t name one football player and I thought I needed a daughter who looked just like me to heal any lingering scars from having been adopted as a baby. Naturally, the universe laughed at our plans and instead delivered us two exquisite baby boys, one after the other. It was no secret to anyone who knew us that we wanted a girl so no-one was surprised when I got pregnant for a third time.

At 20 weeks, we discovered Harlow was a girl and it seemed like the perfect full stop to our family. Three kids, just as we had planned – and finally a little girl in the mix. We were ecstatic. But in those emotional early days after Harlow was born, the idea that I would never experience that newborn rush again had me quietly contemplating having babies foreverrrrrr. Thankfully, that feeling did not last as life with three kids delivered a healthy dose of reality to that loved-up post-baby daydreaming.

Pros and Cons – and things I’ll always miss just a little

Truthfully, I couldn’t handle more than three kids. In fact, if I really think about it, I really only held my shit together when it was just my firstborn, Luca, and I. I am a highly strung kinda gal and lots of noise and activity makes me verrry tense. Three kids is, in a nutshell, lots of noise and activity. I am one argument over who gets to hold the remote control away from complete breakdown. So three kids: THE END. Or else the children will wonder why the men in white coats took Mummy away.

And yep, money never came into our original decision to have three kids, but it really would be bonkers for us to bring another little person into the world. I have finally refocused on my career and might actually make some coin. Some coin! Then there’s the fact that all three kids are now at school. No one wears a nappy. Sometimes the kids even make their own breakfasts! This just seems like a sweet spot to be in.

But I don’t think I will ever get over the adorableness of newborn babies. It’s been almost 6 years since I held my last one and still, if I see a freshy all swaddled up, my heart just aches. I want to snatch them out of their mother’s arms and sniff the top of their heads like a crazy person. The idea of a baby to snuggle, to breastfeed and rock to sleep? Heaven! I could take flatlay pictures with my swaddled baby lying next to a milestone card for my Instagram feed! That wasn’t a thing when my babies were babies, dammit!

Oh, and pregnancy. Pregnancy! Admittedly, I did bitch and moan throughout the entire 9 months of each of my pregnancies but that’s just part of the fun. There is no other experience that comes close to feeling a baby grow and move within you. It’s a magic that can’t be replicated and I will always feel a certain sadness at knowing I won’t ever experience that magic again. Even the idea of never going through childbirth again makes me nostalgic. I know. Weird.

But I find myself noticing mums of very young kids and my blood runs cold. Mums with bubs on the hip, hauling prams in and out of cars, holding one hand out to receive toddler’s mushed banana, calling after pre-schoolers absconding on lightning fast legs. How do they do it???? How did I do it?? I feel exhausted just contemplating returning to that life again. We are so far past that stage that the bittersweetness of those days now gone can’t match the ease and relative freedom of life now. My kids are less attached to me and I am genuinely relieved. I don’t understand how I survived the intensity of early motherhood in the first place. It’s a distant, blurry memory.

Three Little Ducks in a Row

When people ask me if I’m having more kids, I don’t hesitate. It’s a confident hell no. As each childhood milestone passes, I momentarily mourn what has passed but mostly, I celebrate what is to come. I am feeling more myself than I have in years and it feels incredible. And most importantly, when I look at my beautiful kids, three little ducks in a row, I feel an overwhelming sense of wholeness. No-one is missing. They’re all here. And it’s more magnificent than I could ever have dreamed.


Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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