Third Child
Hey, it’s Sonia Is-haqzada, the accidental world traveler who thought moving to Germany was the biggest twist in her life. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
So, after a month of perfecting my „Guten Tag“ in Germany, I found out I’m pregnant with kid number three. As if two boys weren’t enough, but this time, I secretly wished for a little princess to complete the squad.
Fast forward to D-Day, childbirth. In Afghanistan, husbands are as likely to be in the delivery room as a penguin is to fly. But in Germany? Plot twist! Hubby gets a VIP pass (front row – seat) to witness the chaos up close. He looked as out of place as a snowman in a sauna.
Seeing me in labor was like watching a Netflix thriller for him. Drama, pain, and definitely no popcorn. Giving birth to two boys, thinking childbirth was a breeze, got a reality check. No, it’s not a magic show – it’s a pain show.
Post-birth, my husband had an “aha moment” – „No more kids! Three’s the magic number. I can’t bear to see you in pain.” It’s like he speed-read the parenting manual and decided, „Okay, I’ve seen enough.”
Sonia, 31y
In Germany since January, 2022