Single Mom By Choice — And By Chance

Since my son was a few months old, the Single Mothers by Choice (SMC) private online discussion Forum has been an important part of my daily life.  I so value the perspectives of moms like me who are doing this solo and are so wise and warm.  I haven’t yet taken the step of meeting SMCs in my area and I wonder if it is because I feel a teeny bit apprehensive.  I came to SMC-hood differently than many of you, but I hope to share with you here why I feel so fully a part of you now.

Back in 2008 I was a divorced 44 year-old woman, busy, happy, fulfilled.  Had my own business, loved the freedom; I used to say it was no coincidence that I didn’t have a boss or a husband, or that I drove a stick shift car — I liked to be in control!  I was in an on-again-off-again relationship with a great guy who (ironically) I thought was too busy with his sons from a previous marriage to devote enough time to ME (!), and we were in an “off” period.  I got on Match.com, and met and briefly dated another guy; it was honestly just a 6 week fling, he was not someone I was interested in long-term, he was really just to get my mind off the OTHER guy!  As I said, I was 44, I knew the facts of life. But given my age, and the fact that many friends younger than me were struggling with infertility, I did occasionally get lax on the matter of birth control….

Well, you know where this is going by now.  I found myself knocked up at 44!!  I could NOT believe it.  It took me MONTHS to figure out why my boobs were killing me and I felt so blah.  I never had morning sickness.  I just woke up one morning and wondered if I was getting my period….hey wait, when was the last time I had my period…..umm…..HOLY CRAP!  I ran to the CVS, bought a pregnancy test, and there it was.

Did I want to have a child?  It was a question that I hadn’t asked myself in many years.  When I was younger I had always assumed I would be a mom, but when I was married, it never seemed like a good idea (it would have been an AWFUL idea), and when I got divorced at 36, I just seemed to give that idea away as “not meant to be” along with everything else.  I had so much: great family and friends, work I loved, freedom to do as I pleased…. I just didn’t think that I was lucky enough to add “happy marriage and kids” to that list, and was ok with that.  Not everyone gets to have everything they want.  At best I thought I might find a partner with kids of his own and be a great stepmom. Single motherhood was NEVER something I considered, really not even for a moment.  It seemed impossibly hard.

The first thing I did after reading the stick was walk to my computer and look up the closest Planned Parenthood.  I can still see the Google Maps page showing me how close it was to my house.  Ultimately I never went there, or even called them, but knowing that I had that option kept me calm.

And that is why, though my journey here is different from some others, I do think of myself as a single mother by CHOICE. I and I alone had a choice to make, and I chose to be a single mom.  When I was pregnant a friend told me about SMC (she knew a member), and I looked at the website.  Initially I felt that perhaps it wasn’t for me, that I would not be welcome.  The stories I read and continue to read today are so beautiful; women who have had a lifelong yearning for motherhood and who overcome huge obstacles to find their children – but that was not me.  For much of my pregnancy I was still somewhat ambivalent about what was about to happen.  But once that kid arrived…well, you all know.  One stressed out, exhausted night I dipped back into the SMC blog and newsletters and knew that these women were my sisters.

So here’s the rest of the story, after I took that home pregnancy test.  I took deep breaths. I talked … to friends with kids, friends without kids, friends who had chosen not to keep babies and friend who struggled to have babies. I kept telling myself, well, just take the next step (go to the doctor), and the next step (get the initial tests), and the next step (get the sonogram).  Everything kept pointing in the right direction.  I told my sister (who was thrilled and realistic and supportive) and told my parents (who were freaked out and appalled – although that has changed and they love my son like he is the second coming. Seriously.)  I told the father (who wanted nothing to do with it and remains completely out of our lives, hopefully forever).  I found out I didn’t have maternity coverage on my health insurance (I had declined it when I started my company and got individual insurance) and figured out how to get it.  I kept an eye out for reasons not to have this baby, and didn’t find any.

I remember saying to God (who I don’t really know if I believe in, but (S)He is still good to talk to), “OK, looks like I might do this thing, but you BETTER give me an easy baby!  OK?  Deal?” (S)He held up his (her?) end of the bargain. After an easy pregnancy and an easy birth, my sweet, healthy, chill baby boy was here.  (Of course, God is now laughing, because now that I love the kid more than my own life, we have hit the terrible twos WITH A VENGEANCE!)

Many people say they can’t imagine their life without kids.  Well, I don’t have to imagine it,  I had a big full life without kids for 45 years, and it was a good life and I sometimes miss it.  But I chose to change it, chose to try something new, and am very, very happy with that choice.

7 thoughts on “Single Mom By Choice — And By Chance”

  1. Hi All,

    I stumbled upon this blog post and had to respond. I am currently 6W pregnant with my first and trying to figure out what to do. The father does not want anything to do with it and will walk away. I’m trying to figure out how to tell my child that their father did not want to be a part of their life.

    Thank you for your encouraging words and inspiration.

    Cara

  2. Wow!! Very similar situation that I had. However my bundle of joy is now a very bright 4 and a half year old that I just found out is rambling all about his “Dad” at daycare. At home he hasn’t asked many questions, and the ones he asks I have answered honestly and tactfully. However apparently he is talking NON-STOP at school about his Dad…how he misses him, etc. Not sure how to handle this….part of me thinks I should reach out to the guy (who, like you, decided to not be involved at the get-go)….but part of me is scared to.

  3. Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this. I am three months along, in almost the exact same scenario, except that I am a few years younger (almost 38) and it was a contraception failure. Much like you, I hadn’t even remotely considered a child anytime soon and it was a complete surprise.

    On top of my crazy hormones I’m wrestling with all the new thoughts and emotions about the pregnancy. I alter between happy, sad, and as you aptly said ambivalent about my decision to keep the baby. Thinking about the economic realities of having a kid alone, dealing with what others will think about how I came to be in this situation, lamenting about suddenly giving up my spontaneous single life (and soccer!), and wondering if the father will change his mind about not wanting this kid in a few years and make a mess of everything. Certain important people in my life think I’m crazy to keep this baby. And then, of course, I feel so guilty for having these thoughts and for not being more excited and happy, like most other pregnant women. I know I should stop beating myself up, but I find it hard to do.

    So again, I just wanted to thank you for making me feel like I’m not the only one that’s ever been in this situation and felt this way, and for giving me a bit of hope that things might just turn out much better than they seem right now.

    1. Hi Michele! I’m Patricia, I wrote this post. So glad it resonated with you! Your concerns mirror mine when I was pregnant almost exactly.

      I can tell you that 3 years later, EVERYTHING is different, the things I was worried about are simply no longer issues. Everything is better!! Hang in there, Michele.
      Patricia

  4. This is a beautiful story. It made me smile and makes me want a child all the more. The road is tough, but the rewards unimaginable.

    And then come the terrible twos and you have to wonder, “am I insane? I wanted this. My child is coloring on the walls, painting on the floor, climbing onto dressers and giving me gray hair. And yet, I still want it and will never stop loving it.”

  5. I joined SMC as a birthday present to myself and started attending as a thinker. I was 37 years-old and I noticed that the tryers were 35-41 years-old and having no luck conceiving.

    Along came a guy and instead of using my normal two forms of birth control, when one of them wasn’t available, I agreed to use just one, figuring that if tryers in my age range can’t conceive, then one form should be enough.

    Oddly enough, I conceived and when I went to the next meeting, two other tryers had also.

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