No More Babies
As many of you know I requested my birth notes.
Not only was it a shock to read as a mum and a midwife but it made me realise how fortunate I am to have my little people in my life. What I wish I had done, was read them years ago. I had access to them and didn’t do anything about it. I was too scared but in all honesty, it gave me nothing but clarity and gratitude.
After finding out we were having a girl we knew that our little family would be complete. I knew that I would most likely have another c section and if it was similar to the first time, I’d have a difficult recovery. So, we made the decision that little Alba would be our last baby.
For years I’ve not been on contraception and to be honest with you it’s been amazing. No hormones, acne or excessive bloating! So, like a true champ, Callum decided he would go for a vasectomy to save me going back on anything.
Our baby was 3 days old and our toddler had just returned home after being hospitalised for his first febrile seizure when the phone call was made. Callum said he was absolutely not having anymore kids after the stress of the previous 72 hours. However, little did we know that the waiting list was 18 months-2 years! So he put his name down December 2022.
Fast forward to August 2025 and I’m reading my birth notes and Callum has received his letter to attend his vasectomy appointment. As the day approached Callum and I had (several) discussions about having baby number 3. However deep down I knew my body couldn’t handle it.
During my second pregnancy I was found to have a “thin lower uterine segment” which could result in a complete uterine rupture. This was then confirmed during my second c section where it was found to be even thinner than expected. I was so fortunate to carry Alba to term, never mind have her here happy and healthy. Add in hyperemesis, a growth restricted baby and severe anaemia and you’ve got yourself a rotten time.
I had meetings with my amazing consultant colleagues who advised what i already knew. It was sensible NOT to have another baby as I would be extremely high risk. I think someone else saying it made it feel even more real but I appreciated them so much.
The day came around for Callum’s vasectomy and we drove him together. The kids fell asleep in the back of the car and whilst he was in for his appointment I couldn’t help but look at them with a lump in my throat.
Callum was in and out in 11 minutes.
I’ll save you the details of the procedure itself as Callum made it sound like they were actually chopping his testicles clean off. (He’s forgetting I’ve had 2 children surgically removed from my body. My sympathy levels are nearly non existent). But everything went smoothly and we headed home.
Callum took my hand whilst I drove home and I burst out crying. It was a complete mix of emotions. My own pregnancy and birth journeys were over and it was now time to raise my kids who were no longer little babies. They then woke up and reminded me that maybe this was the right decision as they were crabit, tired and fighting over who’s Spotify song choice it was. Humbled.
We returned home and we gave Callum our homemade “No more Babies Basket” full of his favourite snacks, juice and pain killers. He then spent the next 2 weeks battling pain and infection but we will quickly cast over that. (Drama queen).
I am so fortune to have an amazing husband and 2 kids to call my wee team. They drive me mental and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am also so fortunate that I get to support women and families through their own pregnancy, birth and motherhood journey. I’ve built my business on my own experiences and wish i could support every pregnant woman I see. I can’t wait to expand it and I have so many plans for it. My own baby time may be over but I am still very much involved and I hope that never changes!
So it’s time to raise these maniacs, make memories, build my business and enjoy the fact I’ll never have hyperemesis again in this lifetime.
P.s. I’m always open for a baby cuddle if anyone is willing.
Emma x