. There can never be too little love in our lives, ever. I also think your DD is still young and you may simply need more time to enjoy just her before you're ready for another. Mine are 4 1/2 years apart. If, however; you decide that your life is great the way it is because you'll be able to do the things you want to do with and in your life better with only one child, then that's your answer.My husband was the one who was unsure. And now, he can't believe he ever felt that way. Our oldest was 2.5 when the baby was born. He was a late talker and wasn't talking at that point...but when he came to see us at the hospital, he ran straight to the baby and started saying "baby! baby!".
They are the very best of friends. They can't stand to be apart and want to do everything together. Its so sweet. We are talking about #3 now and neither one of us doubts how we will feel when he/she gets here.
This is a poem that someone gave me- I have no idea who wrote it, but I sobbed and sobbed when I read it and I actually put it in his baby book. It made me feel so much better!
As I hold your 2-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship,
I suddenly feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder:
How could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me,
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him.
-- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity, then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new
routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading
fast.
But something else is replacing
those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times -- only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other,
touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered,
to my amazement..
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you--
only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you
-- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both
and I thank you both for blessing my life.
When I was pregnant with my 2nd DS, I felt the same way as you. I wondered "How will I ever LOVE another child as much as I love this one?"
This is a poem that someone gave me- I have no idea who wrote it, but I sobbed and sobbed when I read it and I actually put it in his baby book. It made me feel so much better!
As I hold your 2-year-old hand,
basking in the glow of our magical relationship,
I suddenly feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder:
How could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me,
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him.
-- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity, then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new
routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading
fast.
But something else is replacing
those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times -- only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other,
touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered,
to my amazement..
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you--
only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you
-- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both
and I thank you both for blessing my life.

I just wanted to say thanks for posting this.
I have a nearly 4 yo girl and a 2 month old girl, so I very much can relate to this poem, esp the first paragraph and beginning of the 2nd.
Our first month was bad ... really bad... DD3 had a horrible time...MAJOR temper tantrums ... went back to peeing in her pants ... withdrew from us mentally and emotionally ... would hide from us. I knew it was just her way of saying, "what's going on? why aren't you spending time with me? why can't you play with me?" but it broke my heart (and still does).
I have definitely felt that baby #2 is/was the intruder who 'stole' the special time of just DD#1 and me.
I swear just when I get a moment to play with #1, then #2 starts crying and needs to be nursed. Finding time to be alone with #1 is difficult to do ... before it seemed we did it all the time.
However, we are working through all of this and when DD#2 smiles at DD#1 and vice versa, it is a wonderful moment. I'm looking forward to them playing together, seeing #2's personality develop and #2 being able to go more than 2-3 hrs before nursing!


By the way had to add this story that always sends a shiver down my spine. An old boyfriend of mine got married and had a son. They decided to try for another when he was about a year old.
They got pregnant again(au natural) and ended up having QUINTS!! So they had 6 kids under 2!! ALL BOYS!
I'm glad I dodged that bullet.![]()
We have a family in the neighborhood with "just one more" triplets. So they went from two to five instead of two to three.
