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Someone is Missing

I have been poking around on a few other blogs. Large Family Mothering being one of them.

I am so sad. My husband had a vasectomy 2 1/2 years ago. We had a huge fight the morning before he went. He went anyway. At the time I was exhausted with my second baby but I was not ready to be "done". I cried last week. I feel like I am missing a child (or 2). I asked God to just intervene. My heart hurts. I love and respect my husband but I feel like this is wrong and I am so sad....

I will give this hurt to my Father. You know the reason my heart is open. You know my thoughts before I think them. I know You know the plans You have for me....

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  1. Morning Glory Coffee BreakFebruary 19, 2009 at 6:52 PM

    Hi there. I just wanted to let you know how sad I feel for you. I'm so sorry. I also visit the same site you do. I only have 3 kids and that is because my first son was fine, my second daughter has a mild learning disability (very mild) due to hearing loss we didn't know she had, and then my third son has down's syndrome so we were told for me to get my tubes done. I did thinking this was best and I wasn't saved at the time. Now all I want is at least 3 more kids. I feel I don't have enough. I can't now and it is a miserable feeling. I have 2 in heaven and this makes things worse. I'm sorry for going on. I'l be praying for you and some inner peace. Hugsl

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  2. AnonymousMarch 23, 2009 at 1:38 AM

    Hi, I saw the comment you left on Large Family Mothering and came over here. I have no words of wisdom or comfort for you, but I feel your pain. I married a man who had his future son's named picked out when I met him. We've been married almost 7 years, have no kids, and he just got a vasectomy (against my wishes). I too am heartbroken. I still love him and I am trying hard to respect him, and treat him with both, but I hurt SO BAD. We are not our formerly "snuggly" selves and I tried so hard to warn him that bad things would happen to us if he didn't at least wait and let us talk about it some more. He says, "This isn't a marriage." Well, it's a very broken marriage, but I didn't break it, and it feels like he wants ME to somehow fix it! Worse yet...he has convinced himself that the vasectomy was "God's will." Yeah, I hurt. Don't know what to say to you, so I'll just 'sit here in the mud' awhile with you.

    Big hugs (((((((((((((()))))))))))).

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