You also asked about being too old.
My oldest was born when I was 20, my youngest when I was 36. My father–the oldest of 4–was born when his father was 41.
There are benefits to having children young and benefits to having children older. Yes, we have more energy when we’re younger, but we have (hopefully!

) more wisdom and financial and career and home stability when we’re older.
My grandfather lived to be 99–so despite being born to a relatively ‘old’ father, my dad had a father well into his 50s, while a dear friend of mine, born in his father’s early 20s, lost his father when he was only 4 years old. So this, to me, is a non-issue.
My siblings grew up almost entirely after my father’s retirement–and as a result had an entirely, completely, different life than I did. There were pros and cons to either. My oldest son’s experience (going slowly from only child of young parents to oldest of 9) is VASTLY different from my youngest child’s–his parents are the ‘older’ parents and he has a host of older siblings both at home and away from home. But what’s important is that all know they are loved and valued, and all are learning about God and faith and eternity and treating others well and with love.
The point is, the age at which you have a child is almost meaningless. Like anything, it’s what you *do *with the situation, rather than the situation itself.
Again, my thoughts and prayers are with you.