In case you missed it, here’s Part 1 of this story.
My husband was not 100% ready to start a family, so we let a little more time pass and then had our first child in 2003. Being a mom was more challenging than I had expected. Our son had silent reflux and ended up refusing to nurse (something I was able to manage with my diet). He also took 30-minute naps no matter what I tried, and started his day around 5am, which turned me into an overtired mess. Thankfully I found support online. First though a national site and then locally. It was so nice to read about and talk with other moms going through similar things. It made me feel not so alone, even though that’s what I was for long stretches of the day – alone. It’s tough to plan outings with other moms when your kid has no schedule and you’re exhausted.
Having a child with no family in town is tough. Having a child who doesn’t nap well, and cries a lot, plus no family in town will make you quite insane. Thankfully things did get easier as he got older, and then I got him into a mother’s morning out program. But still, the thought of having two children was very overwhelming and downright scary.
The fall of 2007, just before our first son turned four, we started to feel differently. Maybe we did want two kids. Surely we would not get two reflux kids. We had family in town now, it would be easier.
Two weeks later we were pregnant. During this time we went on a trip to St. Maartin to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary. It was our first significant trip without our son, and we had a wonderful time.
We got back on Sunday night. Monday my husband’s car wasn’t acting right so he took it to the shop and got a ride to work. He called me that afternoon and asked me to pick him up, which was odd since it was early. At the office our son asked him to sit in the back, so he did. Looking through the review mirror I noticed he had a couple of notebooks with him, and the mechanical pencils I had just bought him. He didn’t like the ones at the bank. This was very strange. He never brought anything home.
And then I knew.
“You don’t have good news, do you” I said.
“Just drive” he said.
Oh. My. God.
After 10 years with the same employer, and just months after a stellar review and promotion, my husband got laid off. And I was pregnant. My first thought was that I had made a huge mistake. I called my mom in tears saying: “Rob got laid off, and I think I’m pregnant!”