I've named changed for this post.
I'm only 6 months in.
Solo parent, no help/relatives locally.
AD is now 2.
The process was difficult, I found the delays very tough and the sacrifices in terms of it becoming very dominant in my life as it ruled so many decisions I made for the years before the official application and the 2 or so years it took because of LA delays.
That was incredibly tough for me personally because I thrive on change and development and I wasn't able to that with freedom for about 5 years in other areas of my life so I felt I was stagnating.
I also wasn't desperate to adopt a child, as in I really enjoyed the benefits of being childless, but I also thought I would be able to parent a child well. I thought it might give me the purpose in life I was looking for, but also very aware how badly it could end up.
So double whammy of long & frustrating process and not actual very confidence it was the right thing to be trying to achieve!
My AD is quite delayed. Only started walking at 23 months. Only says a few single words. Quite withdrawn/frozen.
Me: absolutely faking every second while getting not much back.
Struggling with the loss of pretty much everything of my old life. Struggling with illnesses/lower immune system because of stressful things happening outside of the adoption.
Struggling to get to gripes with how the NHS does (doesn't) work as she needs help and I've not really had to use the NHS much for myself.
But she's an incredible child. She's very beautiful and has a lovely energy.
She's opening up to me and I don't feel the outside world would question that she wasn't my birth child now because her attachment to me is obvious now. We look like we belong together (mostly the matching un-brushed hair and shit dress-sense
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She enjoys life with me, we are living very simply at the moment (more for me than her) but she gets so much pleasure from just pottering around with me. She eats everything (I have a very different diet to what she is used to) and sleeps like a dream (I maybe get up in the night once a month because she's upset/wet/ill) other than that she sleeps through so no challenges there.
There's been no rejection of me, we see the FCs (they had her since birth and are lovely) every now and then and she prefers me, even fairly early on after placement. I think they are upset because they see her as their baby, which I respect, and I'm so grateful to them for the start she's had with them.
The mental angst is unexpected and enormous. This might be because I don't have too many day-to-day challenges with her so I have more time to worry. Maybe this is just parenting.
I am terrified for her and her future. I hope I will be enough to create her solid foundation for her to develop the self-worth and confidence to keep her safe throughout her life when she makes her own way out there.
I also worry so much for her birth mum, I've not met her, but I know her story and get snippets about how she's doing. She was badly let down in life and was too ill to look after her child. I'm glad I don't have the opportunity to hate her because I would have struggled with anger if it was a case of neglect or worse. But I'm also heartbroken she's not raising her beautiful much loved daughter. I hope one day they will reunite, but also that might be something that destroys me if I then get rejected or my child makes decisions that I feel aren't going to serve her well.
But these are my demons - I'm quite sentimental and sensitive behind my tougher exterior and I know worrying & guilt is common for parents.
But honestly so much of it has been a dream. My SW is gob-smacked I think!
It does work out ok sometimes, it's a gamble and there are no guarantees or promises. I've absolutely no doubt there will be lots of challenges ahead. But right now, it was the right thing to do.
Just a snap shot of my reality. I've found in adoption no family or story is the same. You have to be brave and dig deep to walk this path and there's no way around that.