I’m probably going to walk around the block here just to get next door, so just hang in there.
When DH and I were getting married, he wanted two and I wanted four. We compromised on three. Since I really, really wanted four, DH said he’d go for four if we had three boys or three girls. He just really wanted a son and most of our siblings had all girls—I have eight nieces. Too bad he got stuck with that! lol Anyhow, we thought 3 years apart each. Not so close there are two little babies and not too far apart that we are always needing to split up.
DS#1 was born. He is this amazingly perfect baby, just wonderful—that perfectness is still in him, mostly. Kids like him are one in a billion; they only exist in the movies. I wanted six after him and right away!! I had gotten pregnant with him the first try, but didn’t expect that to happen again—thought it would take 2-3 months next time. So we started trying at as soon as a 15 month age difference. It took me two years to get pregnant with DS#2. We ended up with a nice three year age difference after all. And thank goodness, DS#2 is…challenging… to say the least. Any closer in age and poor DS#1 would have gotten the shaft. Especially since DS#2 has health issues to boot.
Well, I really liked that three year age difference. It was so nice having one out of diapers for awhile before having another. DS#1 was in preschool, had friends of his own, could dress himself, was off the sippy cup, etc., etc. It was so nice. But, opps, I was pregnant with DS#3 as soon as I quite nursing; they are just a 1 ½ years apart. I spent 9 months wishing I wasn’t pregnant yet. Could have cared less the second he was born; that child has me wrapped around his finger like you wouldn’t believe. Guilt probably, but I wouldn’t change a thing about him for the world. I found two so close in age wasn’t that hard, easier in fact. They are in the exact same place at the exact same time. They’ll be able to play on the same sport teams. It was easier to go to a bigger diaper bag than to go back to a diaper bag. They are best friends. And with DS#2 challenging personality (how nice I am being), I think he would never have adjusted to a new sibling at a later age.
So, I decided that close in age was best and went for #4 as close as a 15 month age difference. Haven’t gotten pregnant yet and if I do, there would now be a 3 ½-4 year age difference. I think I might be ready to be done with this stage of my life though, so if it doesn’t happen before DS#3 birthday, I’m done.
We’re next door now. I have a three year age difference and a 1 ½ year age difference. Neither by choice/planning. I think God (or the universe in general) had a plan and knew better than I. I love each age difference. I simply took my kids when I got them. Whatever you get works for you; you have no choice in the matter really!