An eye opening experience as an only child parent

My husband and I have been going back and forth on whether or not we should try for another child. We have a wonderful 4 year old son and our life as a family of 3 is pretty simple and sweet. We have been feeling the pressure on both sides of our families to have another with the main reasons being that our son needs a sibling & that the age gap will be too much if we wait any longer.Personally, I am content with being one and done with my son, but the fantasy of having another (especially a daughter) did linger in my mind. As luck would have it, I was asked by a close friend if I could take care of her 3mo baby daughter for 3 days while she attended a funeral a few states away. I excitedly said yes thinking what a perfect opportunity this would be to experience what life would be like if we had just had a baby.The first day went fine, the baby was sleepy through out the day and hardly fussed. My son enjoyed showing his toys to her & helped prepare her bottles. Husband loves playing with her and making her coo. I could still change diapers like a pro, but my burping technique was pretty rusty. She slept in 2-4 hour intervals and I was feeling confident that this would be a piece of cake.Then Day 2 hit. My husband had already left for work so I was flying solo. I woke up to a shrieking baby and she had a massive poopy diaper blowout. The poor thing had poop halfway up her back and it had leaked out into her bassinet. Immediately I ran a bath and got her cleaned up but her crying did not stop. My son shows up asking for breakfast in the middle of this and won’t stop asking me why the whole room smells like crap. I’m still bleary eyed from waking with the baby last night, so I ask him if he could please make himself a bowl of cereal. He refuses and starts to whine. I’m frustrated so I tell him to wait in his room and when his breakfast is ready I’ll call him down. Baby is out of the bath but still crying, she’s hungry. I take a deep breath and get her dressed so I can get her bottle ready. I get the bottle made and start feeding her but she is having a hard time settling down to drink so it takes a good 20 minutes for her to finish it. Afterwards I try to burp her and she proceeds to spit up half the bottle down my shirt. Oh god.I get her and myself cleaned off as best as I can and rock her to sleep. I collapse on the couch and close my eyes for a few seconds when I hear the tearful voice of my son.“Mama...can I please have something to eat now?”A good hour had passed since I sent him to his room to wait for breakfast. I had completely forgotten him in the chaos of a 3mo baby. As I made him his breakfast, exhausted and still smelling sour from the spit up dried in my hair, I realized the fantasy I had in my mind of another baby was no where near as wonderful as the reality of my life in a family of 3. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2MKbnx9