Mule I just watched episode 7 and am on 8. I cried in 7, I always do.
I came into thinking about adoption by visiting and working a Romanian orphanage over 20 years ago. When we first considered adoption, it was from China, about 9 years ago. But we chose domestic adoption. Which is maybe one of the reasons I like hearing Mark and Sarah's story, but it is so sad.
One feature for us was because we have a birth daughter one or two social workers suggested that a son would be good for us, so less of a clash with our birth dd.
I really wasn't comfortable with this since I wanted another daughter. Not a very PC thing to admit on here, usually a bit taboo to subject! Anyway, we were exploring adopting a little mixed heritage toddler (girl) and it was not looking like it was going to work out.
She really was the most adorable child and kind of looked like me as a toddler, even though I am white I kind of looked a bit non-white! (now that sounds like I am saying I was an adorable child, but I think we all are!).
I think they wanted a mixed heritage family for her but didn't actually say that so it was all hanging on and wondering. And it was not our country so quite a strange, waiting to hear, sort of situation.
Anyway, then we suddenly we got info from our own social worker about a little boy, a bit older ( 3 almost 4). We were not offered a photo but we did get lots of information. I sat down and read all of it. I went to bed and the next day I just woke up happy. I just knew little Cassius (not his real name) was the right child for us. I just had a really good feeling, that we could parent him and he would be our son.
When I got the photo I saw he was totally gorgeous (YES, I am biased and YES it is true!). I was kind of glad I had not seen the photo as seeing the photo of the little girl has certianly kind of fed into the fantasy that she was right for us!
Usually it's not up to you whether you see a photo or not, you just get sent a photo or not, and for us, in most cases we did see photos but with Cassius not.
Anyway, I guess I am saying this because I just knew he was right. There was no reason to say no! He was 3 almost 4 and I had half been 'hoping' for a baby/toddler, he was a boy and I had been 'hoping' for a girl, he was white and I had really felt that we might adopt a child of mixed heritage, because I have traveled the world a lot, and studied languages and we had wanted to adopt from China, and were were very open to adoption of a child of any ethnicity.
BUT I just felt he was right for us and most importantly we were right for him! And luckily my husband (and everyone else) agreed!
We are just over two years in and it has not been easy but it has been a lot easier than it could have been. We have had fabulous support (from social services, yes we are among the lucky ones - our area are amazing).
The most difficult bit has been our birth daughter. She has autistic tendencies and dyslexia and she can be quite demanding (but again not nearly as difficult as many people have to cope with).
Now I realise that for us having the age gap we have (almost 6) years is brilliant, had we had a younger child I am not sure how I would have coped and the aged difference would have maybe been not great. For us living in quite a rural area which is predominantly white, and being a white family with a birth child then maybe it could have been harder for a mixed heritage child in our family. And for our dd I think the fact her sibling is a boy is maybe better for her.
I guess what I am saying is try not to get too hung up on one or two or three children and just see which child or children is right for you and your family. I tend to feel it is really a case of who you are right for, and that will become apparent as time goes on.
Anyway, just wanted to share that.
Good luck with your decisions and plans. 