Most people have to make adjustments when they have a baby. That is totally normal. For me, it was giving up the convertible and getting a sensible SUV (at the time), moving out of a really cool apartment and into a house in a boring suburb, wasting money on overly expensive baby furniture (like they even know what they're sleeping in), etc. I was not flying at the time, so did not have to give that up but believe me at the time I would have as well.
Not directed at you specifically but none of what you mentioned above is essential. People just choose to do that. People overextend themselves all the time just because "everything for baby". It's like people are surgical about their monthly expenditures and the second the acquisition is a rug rat, cost awareness just goes out the window.
I've seen it with my peers. One baby, new minivan. Why? Because momma is hormonal and out her rocker and the perceived convenience of side door access (for ONE newborn baby mind you) justifies not even a used, but a new 40K lost-10K-the-second-you-drove-it-off-the-lot spaceship fortress on wheels. Completely manufactured "necessities" of child rearing. Same goes for housing acquisitions, exaggerated assessment of what nominal day care service should entail, health care add-ons et al ad nauseam. Within that CULTure, yes it is entirely possible to witness the outright elimination of discretionary recreational activities from a person's life under the heavy burden of sudden and carte blanche children-related expenditures. And it is completely avoidable.
Judging by that yardstick, my upbringing qualifies as outright neglect, bordering on the criminal. Riding on the back of that Oldsmobile Omega with no seatbelts on, being driven home from my first week of life at the hospital in a car with NO air conditioner and being hot and crying as a newborn... sweet Joseph and doggiestyle Mary, the humanity! Sweating my armpits off in high school taking the SAT on that room with no air conditioner and storm windows, destined for failure. Oh wait, I managed to complete two degrees in aerospace engineering and a set of silver wings from the US Air Force
. Guess that daily ride to school in the Olds Omega and no access to gold plated day care/expensive school district didn't quite cripple me for life.
I tell my parents all the time, smoke your money, all of it. Leave the estate with a fat bill for your funeral, you gave me an education which is the gift of a lifetime, you don't owe me jack. The last thing I want to hear out of my parents is the mere suggestion they had to lose their identity in order to afford me. Screw that backwards social policy. I want to share with my children what makes ME tick as a human being. That is the real gift one can give to your replacements. If you have to curtail the essence of who you are in order to provide your children access to basic living then my friends, you just can't afford children. From my cursory bean keeping on this topic, most people CAN afford kids, it's just that they self-impose these expenditures, that are all but necessary. My theory is that most people live such identity-less drudgery-laden work-centered lives that their only outlet is to live vicariously through their children and the potential of seeing them become more interesting versions of the men and women parents are not. And you know where that starts? That's right, at the seemly costless decision to give up a recreational pursuit for gold platted pampers, if I may be halfway facetious.
Don't buy a big house and a minivan, instead take your sweaty kid to the airport in your beater, and provide them with the real seeds of success: the image of a father who is happy with his daily reality and who by that measure proves that life is worth living forward, not some work beat-down chump who silently hates his circumstances and can't wait for your a$s to go to college so he can start living his life. Many peers of that flavor too, one high school graduation away from divorcing their aviation non-supporting spouse, moving to Tampa, taking the sr-20 down and starting their life at 55. Sad.