So picture this. Way back in the day, circa 2001, I worked retail at a department store with my fiancé. The wedding was just a few months away. I worked in the ladies perfume department which basically means, unless it was Mother’s Day or Christmas, we spent most of the time really getting to know our co-workers. Needless to say when one of my co-workers mentioned she could read palms, we jumped all over it. She took me to a quiet place and began to read my palm. I was totally amazed. She told me some basic things about my personality and that I would have two cats. She told me that I changed my college major twice… which I totally did. And she told me that I would have something terminally wrong with my neck. More to come on that later. She also told me I would have two boys, two years apart. I looked her right in the face and told her I did not want my kids that close together.
Months passed. We had a beautiful wedding that October. The following April I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. And get this. It was discovered in my neck. Crazy right?! After 9 months of chemotherapy, tons of CT/PET scans and countless pokes for IVs and blood draws, I was in remission. We were told to wait a year, have a scan to make sure all was good and then we could try to have a baby. So in December, I graduated from ASU, and on the same day found out I was cancer free. In January my husband and I started trying to get pregnant. And BAM… first try… we conceived #1. In October 2004 we welcomed a beautiful little boy with white blonde hair and chubby little cheeks we just couldn’t get enough of. I was blessed to be able to breast feed him for a year. Since I had been pregnant and nursing, I was unable to have an CT or PET scans to check that all was good. As soon as I finished nursing in November 2005, I got a scan to make sure that no cancer had returned. Thank goodness everything was perfect so my husband and I thought… well… let’s try again. In November, 2006 we welcomed our second little boy, this time with brown hair and blue eyes and the same chubby little cheeks. And look at that… two boys, two years apart just like she said. So we were done. We had our two sweet little boys and were over the moon happy.
The next couple years literally flew by in a blur of nap times and play dates. Even now, when I look back on having a newborn and a two-year old I still have no idea how we did it. But in a blink of an eye, #2 was almost three years old. I was finally cleaning out his dresser, still full of lap pads and crib blankets. I told my husband that we should just get rid of all the baby things since we were done. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, my heart just sank. I just had this feeling our family wasn’t complete. My husband on the other hand was totally fine with just two kids. He has one brother so a family of two felt comfortable for him. But I just couldn’t put the thought out of my mind. So after some long conversations, we decided to try again. I figured I would be pregnant by Christmas. But not this time. After six months of trying, we welcomed our third boy in February 2011.
When you look at a picture of our family, #3 totally looks like an oops baby. He is almost 4 1/2 years younger than #2 and almost 6 1/2 years younger than #1. But man oh man was that kid wanted. It was amazing to watch my other boys with him as a baby. Very different from when my oldest could barely talk when his baby brother came along. Now our family feels complete. It is really hard to know when you are done having kids. I compare it to finding your spouse. When you know, you just know. Regardless of what the palm reader tells you.