At 21 years old, I was in the midst of the lowest point in my life. While my college classmates were planning their futures, I was struggling to get through the day. While they were attending concerts and parties and taking group road trips, I was working as many hours as the movie theater would give me and taking as many classes as the school would allow me. While they were binge drinking, I was… well, binge drinking, but it was in a pretty different fashion.
We’ll pretend it was just wine… and that I ever used a glass.
Times were hard, yo. I was married to a psychopath and, while I knew it wasn’t going to last much longer, I also didn’t have the energy to end it. I literally lived for the idea that one day, maybe years from now, life wouldn’t be so hard. If I could just get through college, a job would be waiting for me (lies) and stability would soon follow. In short: it was not the time for an unplanned pregnancy… but I suppose that’s the defining feature of the term.
If you’re wondering about my lack of baby from said pregnancy, I’ve previously written a pretty darned depressing account of losing my unwanted baby, so I won’t rehash that woeful tale here.
Around this time, I remember talking to my older (though, equally irresponsible) movie theater coworker about how I didn’t plan on having children for a few years… to which she responded: “Belle, if I had waited until I was ready to have children, I never would have had them. You will never be ready.”
This advice came from a 26-year-old movie theater manager with three children and a husband who wouldn’t work… essentially my future at the time… so she wasn’t exactly life coach material. However, for the past 10 years, I’ve heard a similar sentiment from family and friends, of all lifestyles and backgrounds, and had actually begun to believe that I would never be ready for children.
Miscarrying at 21 was simultaneously one of the worst things that’s ever happened to me and the best course for my life, an epiphany that certainly reinforced the feeling that preparing for kids was an impossibility. Throughout my twenties, I assumed that, if and when I had children, they would be the result of my acceptance that, ready or not, my healthy fertile years were limited. When Jake and I married, at 32 and 29, the baby questions began immediately, despite the fact that neither of us felt as though we were ready for a family. Just as I’d begun to believe that feeling like an adult was an ever-receding point for me, I was more and more certain that, personally, I’d never feel any more ready for children than I did at 21. So, Jake and I set the timeline at about two years of marriage and I figured we’d just let our future selves worry about it.
Well, here we are, just weeks away from our two year anniversary, and I am surprised to say that, we’re actually ready for children. That’s not to say that we know what to expect, but that we’re eager for the unexpected. I don’t think Jake ever doubted we’d get here, but I definitely did. I’m happy to announce, however, that just as I eventually did begin to feel like a grownup, I now feel truly ready to start a family, because…
… we have established careers.
It took a long time to find my professional footing… over ten years, in fact. Despite finishing my bachelor’s degree at 22, and my master’s degree at 25, I didn’t get my first full time position until I was 28 years old. It took another two years to settle into my current job, one in which I’m content to settle for some time. That kind of struggle, in a field the uneducated claim is dying, definitely caused me to feel somewhat adrift for the entirety of my twenties. It’s no wonder I never felt like a grownup, in all that time. The waters have finally calmed, though. I love my job and I’m damned good at it. I make excellent money for my region, have great benefits, and understanding managers.
As for Jake, when we met, he was in oil, a lucrative and volatile field. Were it not for me, he’d likely still be on a similar career trajectory, but I grew up with a blue collar, keeping up with the Joneses dad. Fuck designer handbags and new cars. I wanted to be a family… and that required Jake to be present. So, for me, he handed in his coveralls and started as a laborer with the City of Cherokee, for just under twelve dollars an hour. “Toxic masculinity” my ass. It takes some serious humility to start from the very bottom like Jake did for me. That he did, though, and today, he’s earned several licenses and raises, along with an unsurprisingly stellar reputation, in his good ol’ boy field.
Neither Jake, nor I, will have to take time away from our family to go back to school. I have no use for a PhD and Jake’s bachelor’s degree is essentially a formality. We won’t have to start over, in new fields, taking pay cuts, because we’ve already done that. We have our jobs. We like our jobs. Which leads me to my next point, that…
… we have our finances in order.
When Jake and I met, he had no credit and no debt. I had great credit and a ton of debt. Over the course of the last two years, we’ve balanced those scales out a bit and here we are: homeowners with pretty good credit and dwindling debt. My private student loans are paid off and my federal student loan payments are manageable and income based. Our cars are paid for and in six months, everything else will be, as well. Sure, we could always be more flush with cash, but I’m officially at a point in life where I can afford daycare, the formula my post-breast reduction boobs will inevitably require, and a couple of years worth of diapers. We won’t be buying a $200 Dock-a-Tot, because we aren’t insane, but we can do this. In part, because…
… we have our families.
Y’all, Jake’s family is shockingly respectful of our reproductive privacy… which is more than I can say for my own, as they’ve been dropping hints since before we got engaged. Just last weekend, though, my mother-in-law overheard Jake tell his dad that one of our friends is having a girl, to which she excitedly asked “You’re having a girl?!?”, causing his sister to blurt into the phone “Jake and Belle are having a baby!”… and me to declare, that if Jake was having a girl, it wasn’t with me.
The day Jake first met my parents (on my 28th birthday, no less), I made a joke about how someone didn’t have to get married to have a baby, and my stepmomma immediately told me “Yes. You do.” Two years ago, Jake admitted that if he’d gotten me pregnant before marriage, his mother never would’ve respected me. Whenever this subject has come up with friends or coworkers, I’ve often gotten the reply “Oh, who cares what they think?” Um… I do. They’re family.
Perhaps it’s because I didn’t have my family’s blessing in my first “marriage” or because they collectively gave quiet sighs of relief when I miscarried, but it’s vital to me, for our families to be excited, when we have children. I want them to be involved, as their best selves: people who are willing and eager to help, because they love us and want to see our family thrive, not because we just can’t do it on our own. I want them to look at us with pride, not as two people who are too old to get these kinds of things out of order… and we’re officially far from that description. Most importantly, though…
… we have each other.
You know what’s worse than miscarrying? Miscarrying alone in bed, on a Spiderman beach towel. Jake would never leave me to that fate. He’ll read the pregnancy books and attend the doctor appointments and research the car seats. He’ll change the diapers, make the bottles, and do the daycare pick-ups. Simply put, Jake would never leave me. He’s my best friend, my confidant, my partner. He’s the only person, aside from my Gramma, who’s never made me feel disposable. He won’t just start a family with me, he is my family, now and always. He’s already an excellent husband and he’ll be an excellent father. We’ll never be alone in this adventure, no matter what it brings. Even now, despite all the platitudes, we’ve realized together, that we truly do feel ready for the utter shock of children. It might not be common practice in the South, but it is possible.
“Belle, if I had waited until I was ready to have children, I never would have had them. You will never be ready.”
Perhaps, if you had been lucky enough to wait, you’d have realized that you could be ready.
I am so sorry for your loss. I miscarried at 24 and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with. Miscarriage is surprisingly more common than ppl think, but it’s a topic that gets swept under the rug. I read your post about your story and thank you for sharing. I didn’t see a spot to comment there so I’m commenting here instead. Again, I’m really sorry for your loss 😔
Thank you. It was a pretty awful time in my life and I’m glad I didn’t bring a child into it, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Indeed. Losing a child is a still a loss, and it’s perfectly okay to feel sad about it. Mine wasn’t planned but we felt grief after the miscarriage. I hope you go on to have a successful pregnancy. Things will get better.
Good luck, Belle! I had my first kid at 28 and second at 30. Honestly, it’s a good age. And while folks like to say you’ll never be “ready” for kids, I do firmly believe some times you can be more ready than others. Having finances in order is perfect, and having a family support network is the best – so you’ll be great! Also, you’ll already know all the best kids books to read!
Thank you! My children’s librarian pals have already been recruited for readers advisory!
I highly recommend The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. I read it to my high schoolers!
I feel like most 28 year olds don’t have their lives sorted out so you’re ahead of the game 🙂
We’ve reached that stage too, but have been faced with unexpected fertility issues. Last week my 32nd birthday came and went without the expected baby. I’m reading “Expecting Better” which is helping a lot. It sucks and I wish you better luck than us!
I’m so sorry. 😦 I’ve feared that, myself, but I just wasn’t ready yet.
Hey, Belle, I’ve been following your blog for quite a few years now and I’m so happy for you guys! I’m behind reading as I just had my first in early April. My husband and I also waited until we were ready for children and no regrets there! (Also, the co-sleeper bassinet we looked forward to using ended up being unnecessary as our child hates it and so co-sleeping is a thing that has worked for us.) I experienced a few miscarriages as well prior to my successful pregnancy experience, which was hard. Having a committed partner makes such a difference, through it all. So wherever your path takes you, you’ll be good with Jake!
Aw, thank you so much! I love hearing that someone has been following so long. It’s fun to read my own posts from years past and I joke that it’s the closest I’ll ever get to a time machine. It’s quite different to hear I’ve touched or entertained someone else.
I’m happy you were able to have a healthy baby after miscarriage. It’s encouraging, especially to hear you waited until you were ready. I’m looking forward to my own time. Thank you for reading!