Congratulations on your new arrival! I genuinely hope your birth or adoption experience was everything you wished for, and that your little one is sleeping soundly. Dressing them in adorable outfits and capturing those moments in photos is such a joy, isn’t it? It’s almost magical how they make those classic baby sounds like “Goo.” And let’s be honest, that baby scent is delightful—at least until it isn’t. Are you feeling a bit worn out from sleepless nights? I feel for you. But honestly, I often find myself blocking friends who post about their new babies.
When you finally share that charming hospital photo, declaring your love for your little one—let’s say they’re named Jamie—at the exact moment they entered the world and their weight is just right, I can’t help but notice the overwhelming response. Hundreds of likes and comments flood in, celebrating your joy. Yet, I remain silent. I see your baby’s squishy cuteness, but I can’t linger on the image for too long. If I do, the tears will start.
I Can’t Have Another Baby
When my youngest was born, I found myself in bed, overwhelmed and emotional, pleading with my partner, “Please tell me he’s not the last one.” He reassured me that we would have more children, but in my heart, I knew that due to various health issues, expanding our family was not an option. We had always envisioned a bustling household filled with laughter and chaos—partly influenced by our upbringing and partly because we simply adore children. If you have a large family, I admire you and often express how fortunate you are.
But I will never have the five children I dreamed of. I’ve had three, and that’s where my journey ends. So when I see your baby, I can’t help but feel a pang of loss, which leads me to block your posts.
I Block You Because I Know What I’m Missing
Let’s be real: I devoted myself wholeheartedly to motherhood when my kids were babies. I left graduate school, became a babywearing educator, and fully immersed myself in that world. I nursed my children for years, carried them everywhere, and enjoyed every moment. I was a fantastic baby mom, and I miss that certainty.
Now, my children are eleven, nine, and seven. While I still get to cuddle with my youngest, my days of babyhood are behind me. Instead, my cuddle buddy is my loyal German Shepherd, who comforts me when I’m feeling down. But when I scroll through social media and see your precious baby photos, my heart aches for what I can no longer have. It’s not about being selfish; it’s about grieving for the family I envisioned for myself.
I block you because your joyful images and beaming smiles remind me of a dream that will never come true. Most of the time, I’m content with my boys, enjoying life without the demands of a baby. We can camp, hike, and embrace spontaneity. Yet, those baby pictures hit me hard. I don’t want to feel that gut punch while I’m scrolling through my feed, so I hit block to avoid the emotional turmoil.
We have plans for the future, and while we love babies, we are also excited about fostering and adopting older kids someday. But I know they won’t be babies, and that’s why I choose to block your updates. Those pictures show me what I’ll never experience again, and I’m still coming to terms with that reality.
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