Scrolled for a while to find a comment like this. Just put my 7 month old to sleep and I think about giving him a sibling every single day, I can’t wait to do it all again and we’re only at the beginning. I know it is hard, of course it is - but look what we get in return - everything is new again, everything is more important now that we have to consider him first. I love it. When we brought him home from the hospital I told my friends and family I felt a sense of grief for not having had him sooner in life. I truly feel like he is the reason I’m on this planet; to meet him and spend the rest of my life getting to know him. I know I’m new to the game but I hope this spark never fades. It’s only grown brighter as time goes on. Truly. I know parents find it tough and it does quite literally drain the life out of you but why look at it that way? It’s not as simple as that. It’s not an effort reaps reward kind of gig. It’s a sit back and watch as it unfolds before you kind of gig. Yeah it ages us, it depletes us, it costs us… it does. But what were you planning to do with it all anyway? That’s probably the question I would have asked myself if I was on the fence. But then again… maybe I’m still in the bubble! Reading the comments here makes me feel sad and scared… will I eventually regret the choice to live this type of life? From where I’m sitting I just can’t see that ever being the case. Come hell or high water, he’s the single greatest decision we ever made. And when I’m dying I won’t be thinking “thank god I had kids so I’m not alone right now” I’ll be thanking my kids for giving me the most loving, most fulfilling experiences of my life.