I’ve wanted to adopt my whole life. I knew my child from his profile as soon as it was read to us anonymously. I’ve cried all the way through the process because I wanted it so much and now he’s here and I hate every second. He’s 5 and can show some challenging behaviour but mostly he’s just a 5 year old. We’re bonding well but I hate my life now. I just make food and drinks and exist entirely for him. I don’t get to eat or shower or think. I’m struggling to sleep. I keep hoping some mistake will come up in an audit and they’ll say we can’t adopt any more. Does it get easier? Do I just hate being a mum?