So ds is home three weeks and so far so fantastic.
Intro days were tiring, to say the least, we were warned but God they were hard. Spending time with a strange child in a strangers house while trying to treat the strange child as one of your family is exhausting. Him coming home was exciting but honestly felt sick to my stomach with nerves and fear while dh went to collect foster mother and ds. Just kept thinking that our life with dd was pretty damn good and was it worth risking bringing such a "risk" into our lives. Then immediately added the guilt of thinking of ds as a "risk". Jaysus I drove myself mad.
Luckily dh is very down to earth which tends to ground me when I'm about to spin into a panic and he just told me to get a grip and reminded me how much we both wanted this, so grip was got.
Dd was obviously a bit unsettled for the first few days but already loves her baby brother and we take ages to get anywhere when walking as she has to stop the buggy to talk to him or give him a kiss. She might follow that up with a quick elbow out of the way if he dares to grab one of her toys but I think thats pretty normal sibling behaviour so not worried.
Ds is a lovely lovely little boy. He's becoming more and more giggly and fun loving each day. Weirdly it's been a relief to hear him cry more in the last week or so because for the first few days he just tolerated us iykwim? I know it's very early days and some of you are probably thinking "just give it time" but so far for all the stress and worry and fear it's all been so worth it.
Sorry for the gush of joy, just glad we got here.