Before you decide to have another baby, you need to hear what I have to say. I am the oldest of nine and I absolutely hated it growing up. If you worry about the strain it will put on your kids and your life, please read this and then make your decision.
I am going to tell you exactly what big families are like.
It is chaos. It’s loud and messy constantly. Everyone that comes over will be overwhelmed with the noise a large family can create. Jokes, fights, singing, laughter, and screams are echoing all around you. I had more than one friend that was completely shocked by my family and how crazy it was. I was so embarrassed growing up that I rarely invited friends over. It was exhausting. It kept me on my toes. And it prepared me for anything life could throw my way.
Your oldest will grow up faster than most kids. I changed so many diapers. I made dinner. I bossed my siblings around. I was much more mature than other girls and I hated it growing up. I wanted to be like the other teen girls that all the boys thought were hot but instead, I was the “mom”. Being the mom growing up made becoming a mother a much easier transition. I knew exactly how to take care of a baby and maneuver this new life.
Big families are expensive. You will probably not be able to afford fancy trips or fancy clothes. You won’t be able to give all of your kids the latest of anything. Your kids will have to get creative. They will have to become thrifty. They will learn how to find the best deal and make what they have work.
You have to make so much food. Cooking for a big family means you need buckets of food. I can’t seem to grocery shop for my small family now because buying in bulk is all I know. I can easily make enough noodles for twenty-four people. Now that I have a cute little family of four, we have spaghetti coming out of our ears. It’s ridiculous but I am always prepared for guests.
You are never ever alone. This was so hard for me as a moody teenager. I always had a little buddy tagging along no matter where I went. When I would go to the grocery store, people would say my “kids were so cute”, which was fantastic for my self-esteem. When I wanted to escape, I couldn’t even hide in my room because siblings were constantly knocking on my door. Depression dogged me right along with my siblings but they were always there to remind me that I mattered.