Mr. Cotton Candy and I had our Little Cotton Candy in November of 2012, and from the time I got pregnant, we knew there was a good chance we would be “one and done.” We saw a lot of benefits to having just one child. You can focus more on them and have more energy and time to devote to them and their endeavors and emotional well-being. Plus, it is (presumably) easier to have a work/family/adult-life balance with just one child; it’s easier to get a babysitter and have more date nights, which help keep you connected as a couple. And, of course, it’s easier to swing one child financially than multiple children.

Then Little Cotton Candy arrived, and the learning curve for parenthood felt so steep. I was honestly overwhelmed with the transition from only having to worry about myself to being imbued with this fragile, precious being Mr. Cotton Candy and I were solely responsible for keeping alive. For a very long time after Little Cotton Candy’s birth, I couldn’t imagine having another. My brain would just shut down upon thinking about it. In retrospect, I may have been suffering from postpartum anxiety, but I had nothing to compare it to, so I assumed my feelings were normal.

But then…the door to having a second started to open. Well, let’s say it started to crack. I think the first time I truly considered having a second was when a parent friend said that a motivation of their having two was the idea that the kids would have each other once their parents are gone. Somehow I had never thought about things in those terms, and it made an impact on me.

Cut to a few weeks ago, and Mr. Cotton Candy and I had the rare opportunity of a lunch date while Little Cotton Candy was in school. Over a delish French lunch (and let’s be honest: some beers) at a cute cafe, I floated to Mr. Cotton Candy that I couldn’t stop thinking about having a second, though I was still terrified. His words? “I could be talked into it.” What? This was NOT what I had expected him to say, and it kind of sent me into a tailspin. (Would this conversation have taken place without the aid of alcohol? We may never know.)

Over the next few weeks, I kept bringing up the topic to him, and each time he sounded more confident about the idea of a second. One night, while Mr. Cotton Candy’s parents were visiting from out of state and the two of us were finally alone for the evening and lying in bed, we just decided: We’re going to try for number two!

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The choice of whether to have children and how many to have is so personal, so I hesitate to list our reasons for deciding to try for a second. But I would have found something like this helpful when I was fence-sitting, so here we go.

One caveat: I think only children are awesome, and if number two isn’t meant to be, I am fully prepared to embrace life as a family of three.

8 Reasons We Decided to Try for a Second Child:

1. If we have a second child, our kids will have each other when we are gone.

2. I am excited to see how Little Cotton Candy will interact with a baby brother or sis.

3. Little Cotton Candy is growing up so fast, and I would love one more baby to hold and nurse and snuggle and love.

4. Little Cotton Candy and his potential baby brother or sister will have each other growing up—a companion to play with, a confidant, and someone to have daily adventures with, even when school is out.

5. The longer I do this parenthood thing, the more confident I feel about the skills I have been developing. I truly think your brain changes when you have kids (at least for me it did), but mine took a while (three and a half years, to be exact) to catch up with the reality that this is my life now.

6. Instead of fighting parenthood and being stressed all the time, I decided to try embracing it. The messiness, the early wake-ups, the late nights, the temper tantrums. I’m leaning in to being a mom, and I’m loving it.

7. The things we would be “giving up” to have a second (free time, international travel, extra money) didn’t seem as important to us when compared to what we could get in return.

8. I am prepared to get through the tough, stressful, scary, and sleep-deprived first year once more if it means getting to have all of the above.

How did you decide to have a second child, if you did? Was it a difficult decision for you or did you always know?