Then there was sibling number 2...
I was told about this sibling about halfway through the pregnancy (and to be honest, I was shocked at the tiny age gap between the two babies). Baby number 12 was born in late Febraury 2005. This time the circumstances were different and I was very surprised to hear that because this pregnancy for some reason DD's birth mum had made life changes (ie. sobriety) and 'engaged with professionals' that this baby was staying with mum for now and she was having a chance to keep him.
Fast forward and this attempt did not work out, and birth mum decided that she couldn't cope, so baby went into foster care at 4 months old. The plan was adoption.
I was asked about placement and contact in September 2005. I said exactly the same as with baby 11. Letterbox with photos, no dc now but maybe in the future. I said no to placement because of DD's needs. We were recovering from a terrible year in MS school, we had finally won the statementing and special school battle and she was starting a new school and we were being referred for therapy because of her emotional and behavioural needs.
It should have ended up like baby 11. But in the next year, there was a sudden serious delay. Social workers went off sick, baby changed social workers like he changed nappies, no one put papers into court etc. Also in that next year, our circumstances changed too - DD settled into school and her behaviour there really changed, we finally recieved therapy which lasted months and made a real change. During this time I did make calls to get updates on the baby and the case and contact.
SS contacted me in October 2006 and said that finally they had applied for the placement order, it would be granted in early December all being well, and how did I feel now, 13 months after the last time I was asked?
Then my head exploded... and all the social workers held some meetings and concluded there were lessons to be learned from this sad case
I spent the next month agonising over my decision. We were now in a place where I felt we could cope with another child, but was I going to jeapordise DD's progress? I always wanted a big family, but how would DD react to sharing attention? And so on....but I said yes. And my beautiful wonderful DS came home in February 2007 aged 23 months.
I can't lie about how hard it has been at times. Really really hard, especially the early days. I have thought 'this was a mistake' and then shouldered on. But I don't regret it now. Where would I be without my son? :)