Not being a mum was never an option for me. But over the last few years, circumstance has meant remaining childless might be a consideration. Being single at 26 is fine, and I know many women (who want children) don’t have them until their late 30’s and early 40’s, however, I haven’t found someone I’d want to settle down with yet, let alone procreate with. I’ve had a career working with children every day, so this has definitely put me off having children for a while.
Although a few friends are already married, for the first time this summer I went out with a group of friends and one couple was expecting a baby. Naturally, lots of the conversation revolved around the bump and other friends of friends who were pregnant. I found myself glazing over; more interested in the next cocktail than scans, names and buggies. During the course of the evening, the pregnant couple relayed a story of one of their friends who had given birth to very premature babies and who were now in an incubator. Comments like, ‘oh how awful’ buzzed around the table. Ever the pragmatist, I say, “It’s better than the alternative – if they’re not in a box, they’ll die”.
My friend shoots me a look, “You can’t say that to a pregnant woman!”
Many babies are premature (myself included) and incubators save lives. There are so many eggshells around the conversation of babies and I really don’t want to get into a blog about premature and poorly babies. So I’ll just say this: