Kids Motherhood

To Have Or Not To Have A Third Baby

Written by Sherry Parnell

I have two happy, healthy little boys. The decision to have them was quick and easy although not without questions and worry. To have or not to have a third baby is the question, however, which my husband and I struggle with daily.

Raising two little boys is like living with lion cubs. They are either tangled in a heap, growling at each other or racing through the house at full tilt. At ages eight and four, they keep us running, juggling and exhausted. Each morning as we crawl out of bed, my husband and I groan as though we’ve run a marathon the previous day. Sore and tired, we amble down the hall followed by two boys bouncing off the walls behind us. So why add another?

It isn’t to fill our time; we don’t have any. And it isn’t to satisfy the other’s desire for more; we long ago agreed two was our limit. Instead, it is because although we’re happy, we’re not content. Someone is missing.

My husband and I didn’t notice the missing until after our second child was born. In fact, when I was pregnant I was adamant that I was not going to have any more children. I told our family and friends that they were not to wonder, question or ask. He was our last but was he?


During my pregnancy in which I felt sick and uncomfortable in my newly misshapen body, I really believed that once my son was born our family would finally feel complete. Having him, I felt overwhelming joy and gratitude but strangely I also felt a missing.

I didn’t recognize it until the nurse innocently asked if he was my last one. Looking at his pink cheeks and bright eyes, my heart seized in panic as I realized he wasn’t. I squeaked out an unconvincing, “yes” while mentally blaming my hormones.

In the following weeks, I told my husband about my feelings. Turns out, he shared them which complicated my own confusion. Intellectually, we decided that it was most likely the aftereffects of having a new baby and the gooey lovey feelings that accompany it. The only problem—it’s been four years and the feeling hasn’t gone away…for either us.

Being practical and a planner, this particular feeling has thrown a rather significant wrench into my preconceived idea for “our” family. So I’ve considered the possibility that this feeling is a simply a result of feeling sad about a phase of my life ending. But the thought of no more diapers, bottles and sleepless nights only elicits happiness.

I have also wondered if it is simply “baby fever” except that the sight of babies being slung, strung and straddled across tired mothers doesn’t spike my temperature even a bit. Nor does the sight of waddling, uncomfortable pregnant ladies. So what is it?

It’s sitting down to dinner and counting everyone twice because I feel someone is missing. It’s having a family hug and feeling the emptiness of a space not yet filled. It’s feeling an invisible little hand on my shoulder, pushing me to not give in, give up or let go.

It is never an easy decision to add to your family. Another child changes the structure, alters the established system, and skews the dynamics. It’s akin to taking a puzzle and throwing it in the air so that you are left to find all the pieces to make it complete again.

Admittedly, I am afraid to throw that puzzle up into the air, scattering all the pieces and messing up the present picture. I am more afraid, however, to live my life with one of those pieces always missing.

So with a decision this big, we’ve given it up to God. So far, we are still a family of four. There are days when I think we should have a third baby and days when I think we shouldn’t have one but there isn’t one day when I don’t miss this unborn child.

About the author

Sherry Parnell

Sherry Parnell is a mother, writer and a runner just not always in that order. She lives in the country with two rambunctious little boys, one very supportive husband, and one sleepy Chihuahua. In addition to being a nose wiper, lunch packer and wrestling referee, Sherry is also the author of the book, Let The Willows Weep. She is currently completing her second novel due to be released next year if she can survive another winter of colds, complaints and disrupted sleep. You can find more posts about her experiences as a mother and a writer on her personal blog at


  • There’s no doubt this article is excellently crafted, yet I have mixed feelings about its topic. Here’s why: I am the adoptive mother of four children. Following years of infertility treatments that resulted in six unsuccessful cycles of IVF, my now ex-husband and I chose to adopt. Adoption wasn’t our first choice, but it became our best choice. I understand that not everybody feels comfortable with raising a child that is not their “own.” But consider: neither is the partner with whom you’ve created a biological child your “own.” Blood ties are not required for love-ties to blossom and grow. Please know, Ms. Parnell, I completely “get” the longing you feel when you imagine another small person bouncing down the hall, another child’s chair positioned at the dinner table, and one more tiny face looking up at you with love. If a third child is indeed meant to enter your family, your pregnancy is not the only way.

    • Thanks for commenting, Rebecca. Thank you as well for sharing your personal experience in bringing four, beautiful little souls into your life. I believe everyone’s road to parenthood is different and special. It is always good to remember that the “road” to each child is unique and it doesn’t have to be the same one taken every time.

  • I never had a set number of children I wanted to have. I always figured we would have between 2-4. Pregnancy was not easy on me as I had horrible morning sickness, that never really went completely away until my kids were born. After our 2nd child I decided to treat it as my last just in case, and when she turned 2 we would start the discussion on if we would try for #3. I found when turned 2 I was not ready to start trying for #3, but to be done made me very sad. Shortly after my 2nd child’s 3 birthday we decide to try for a few months and if it didn’t happen then we would be happy with our 2 kids. I got pregnant with our 3rd and once she entered the world we felt our family was complete. Now when baby fever strikes I find it is a longing to add a fur baby into our lives more than a 4th child. So we got a puppy and my husband got a vasectomy. 😉
    Good luck in your decision!!!!

  • It is natural I think for most mothers to want more children because it is a desire that our Creator put there. It is a good desire and can be considered carefully and prayerfully to help make the best decision when adding to your family. I think it is great that you are “giving it up to God.”