We all live with the consequences of our own decisions however, many times those consequences have a much larger impact or effect on those we love then they do on us. The last time I saw this question about having more children I thought about responding but didn't. I have thought about it a lot since and then today I see the question again. I am posting my experience, maybe it will help others, maybe it will only stir up more conflict, at least I will get it off my chest.
I gave birth to my 3rd child, a beautiful boy in 1993. When he was 2 mos. old I knew he had more than just a cold. Turns out he had CF. He spent nearly 7 mos of the first 10 mos of his life in the hospital. While he was hospitalized, docx not sure if he would make it, I decided to have my "tubes tied". I made that decision because not matter my sons outcome I couldn't put another child through that. Just 6 short months after having that procedure I was pregnant. I was in shock, I just couldn't believe I was pregnant. Even though my son was now home, he was still a sick baby on lots of medication and oxygen. I chose to have an abortion. There are many times over these many years that I have thought about that decision. That child may or may not have been born w/cf, the child may or may not have been born a carrier. There are days when i believe i made the wrong decision. When my son smiles, when he brings home straight A's, when he's laughing his butt off, out playing football, dirtbiking, when he tells me I love you. Those are the times that I feel that maybe I made the wrong decision.
There are times when I feel my decision was the right one. When they can't find a good vein, when he starts laughing and it throws him into a coughing fit, when he doesn't have the energy to play, when he asked why this happened to him, when he was real sick in the hospital and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me he was afraid to go to sleep because he thought he might not wake up. Those are the times when I know I made the right decision.