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Perian
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How do you handle a situation in which you and your spouse each have very strong, contrary feelings about the future of your family planning?
I feel extremely strongly that we are as “done” as faithful, NFP-practicing Catholics can be. Obviously, a surprise will be welcome with joy and love. That being said, I am committed to using this method, I have a great instructor, and honestly, if it came down to it, I’m willing to abstain as much as necessary. But, that’s not a choice I get to make by myself.
My husband wants more children. I see why, we make some pretty amazing little people. I don’t blame him for wanting more of this incredible love, especially because he works outside the home. He only gets a fraction of the time with them as I do as a SAHM.
His feelings are valid and good. But, also very theoretical. We have our struggles, like anyone else. He has an anxiety disorder and often is the cause of emotional turmoil at home. Our children notice and ask what’s wrong. He often acts like he’s sick of this period where the children are very young. He doesn’t like being held hostage by nap time, or having to be restricted to quiet home projects early on Saturday morning because the kids sleep until 8 or later. He’s impatient with the volatile emotions of toddlers and the neediness of babies. There’s just a lot that he’s not handling gracefully now, then we have the same conversation again-- “I’m not ready to be done.”
Meanwhile, I never leave work. I turn myself inside-out to love these children to the best of my ability. I’m trying so hard to give them 110% and be present to them, nurture them, teach them, pay attention to the details. And, you know, give them a sanitary place to live, clothes without baby blow out mustard on them, food that won’t kill them, and save something for my marriage at the end of the day so they never have to wonder if Mommy and Daddy like each other. It’s a lot. I love this life we have.
But, I am at my limit. I know that I am. For 1,000 reasons that I won’t belabor because it’s not necessary, I am done. This is the important part-- I, the primary caretaker, feel I have reached my limit and cannot do more without sacrificing the kind of mother I want to be.
I feel stuck in a hard place. I want this to be a mutual decision, but it seems like it can’t possibly be. I feel like my preference should take precedent because it’s my life that change more drastically, not his.
All this backstory to ask, who has been through something similar? How do you navigate this major decision?
I feel extremely strongly that we are as “done” as faithful, NFP-practicing Catholics can be. Obviously, a surprise will be welcome with joy and love. That being said, I am committed to using this method, I have a great instructor, and honestly, if it came down to it, I’m willing to abstain as much as necessary. But, that’s not a choice I get to make by myself.
My husband wants more children. I see why, we make some pretty amazing little people. I don’t blame him for wanting more of this incredible love, especially because he works outside the home. He only gets a fraction of the time with them as I do as a SAHM.
His feelings are valid and good. But, also very theoretical. We have our struggles, like anyone else. He has an anxiety disorder and often is the cause of emotional turmoil at home. Our children notice and ask what’s wrong. He often acts like he’s sick of this period where the children are very young. He doesn’t like being held hostage by nap time, or having to be restricted to quiet home projects early on Saturday morning because the kids sleep until 8 or later. He’s impatient with the volatile emotions of toddlers and the neediness of babies. There’s just a lot that he’s not handling gracefully now, then we have the same conversation again-- “I’m not ready to be done.”
Meanwhile, I never leave work. I turn myself inside-out to love these children to the best of my ability. I’m trying so hard to give them 110% and be present to them, nurture them, teach them, pay attention to the details. And, you know, give them a sanitary place to live, clothes without baby blow out mustard on them, food that won’t kill them, and save something for my marriage at the end of the day so they never have to wonder if Mommy and Daddy like each other. It’s a lot. I love this life we have.
But, I am at my limit. I know that I am. For 1,000 reasons that I won’t belabor because it’s not necessary, I am done. This is the important part-- I, the primary caretaker, feel I have reached my limit and cannot do more without sacrificing the kind of mother I want to be.
I feel stuck in a hard place. I want this to be a mutual decision, but it seems like it can’t possibly be. I feel like my preference should take precedent because it’s my life that change more drastically, not his.
All this backstory to ask, who has been through something similar? How do you navigate this major decision?