During this time I had an induced miscarriage, lost 6 lbs' and grew closer to my tot daughter emotionally.
She's so awfully cute, so stubborn and craves for more independence but she's still quite a baby.
But why do I want to have another child?
To compensate for what I've lost in my childhood maybe. I was deprived the fun of
having a sibling, or even having a loving, bonding parent. It was the late 70s, early 80s.
My childhood memory was so boring in the post cultural revolution China.
All I could remember was the grim post on the neighborhood wall for executions in the city when I strolled to school daily.
I want my baby to have all the fun she can have, all the nice toys and fun kids activities.
I want her to enjoy being a child, not a disposable to the adult world.
But would have a sibling help her growing up, I don't know.
Should I try it again?