I had an emergency c-section with Little Pea; when she was a year old, we started trying for baby #2 and about two years later, I found out I had Asherman syndrome from the uterine scarring. Without treatment, I was told that I had only a very small chance of getting pregnant and if I did, I wouldn’t be able to carry the pregnancy beyond a few weeks. With treatment–which included surgery to remove the uterine adhesions and clomid–I had a better chance of conceiving and carrying to term, but still not great. Since the odds didn’t seem to be in our favor, we decided to embrace Little Pea being an only child.
It wasn’t easy; she often asked about having a brother or sister and talked about babies all the time. When I saw moms with babies, I’d feel a lump in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. But I threw myself into the one-and-done life as much as I could. Last summer, I sold all of Little Pea’s baby gear and all of her clothes that weren’t stained with spit-up.