I have older birth kids and adopted a boy of one. I hated the early months. I thought we'd ruined our lives with a little guest who wouldn't go home. It's a horrible feeling but very common.
(My friend Jane who is an adopter and I were discussing a new adopter who has just had her child placed:
Jane:"...and they're all doing really well"
Me: "What do you mean? They're really ok?!"
Jane: "Yes. They're delighted. It's incredible"
We then went on for ages about this super-human adopter who took to it all straight away while Jane and I both thought the first months were like drowning.
I'm 18 months into the adoption now and I love my little boy and it's growing all the time. I wish I'd felt sure in those early months that the happy feelings would come because it would have helped me feel less scared.
Toddlers are very hard work and, with a birth child, you already love them before they turn into a toddler. When you adopt a toddler, you're handed a mobile, vocal, opinionated, tantruming, grieving child who you don't know and don't yet love but you're trying to parent them as if you love them. It's very hard.
Well done for being honest about how you feel. I think there's a bit of pressure (unintentional) from non-adopters to deliver a fairy tale. They want to hear "The second I laid eyes on him, I fell in love. He's completely settled in and he can't remember his old life at all. My life was missing something before he came along".
I was asked several times by acquaintances whether I loved my new son as much as my birth kids. Inside I was thinking "I don't love him at all" but I smiled and said I did. People also kept saying "I bet you can't imagine life without him now" when all I used to do was imagine life without him.
How are you doing today?