I’m sorry you’re in this position. Sibling adoption is a whole new kind of hell in the early days. You e gone through a process where you’ve been talking about children in the abstract, and had ideas in your mind about how your family will be, and how you’ll shuffle into motherhood full of love for these children. You’ve heard lovely adoption stories and you want that.
Then you’re faced with two completely dependent children, you’re bloody terrified because at some point you’ll be wholly responsible for them. You’re faced with a living indication of just how much your life will change, all the things you take for granted now that will need careful planning in the future. The kids are living, mobile people with their own personalities that haven’t, yet, been shaped by you. Panic is actually a completely human response, I’m always more concerned by people who sail through and never have that “what the fuck am I thinking” moment.
I adopted two siblings, older than yours. I remember very clearly connecting with my DS almost immediately - he was younger, smaller, had a very easy personality and was so very vulnerable, and it was easy. My DD was slightly older, more vocal than her brother, she was very hard to care for initially and it just took longer to get a sense of her - it seemed like nothing bothered her but she was deeply harmed by her early experiences. I love the bones of her, she’s my mini me - not so mini now at 14. It has taken time and hard work but we’re a family and I’d be lost without them.
Id love to say I adjusted easily to motherhood but that would be a big, fat lie. I struggled with the sheer drudgery of caring for two kids, resented needing to plan even a trip to the doctors, lost my sense of who I was as a mum. I remember a good friend who is also an adopter saying “you’ll feel like you’ve lost your mind for at least the first few months”. She was right, every single thing in my life changed, and I needed to learn on the job.
Remember most parents have 9 months preparing for parenthood, pregnant women slowly but surely adjust their lives to accommodate pregnancy, they bond as they carry their baby and feel it grow. You’ve been handed two terrified toddlers, you can’t pop them in one place and know they’ll stay there while you pee, they already have favourite things and people some of whom they’ll loose. And if they’re anything like mine they need completely different approaches to being parented.
In saying all that, you need to speak to your husband. It’s not ok to leave the decision solely with you. Could he be trying to protect himself in case you say “no”? Not ok but it seems strange to be so keen on two only to then pull back. Now you’ve seen what’s involved, can you have an honest conversation about both of your fears and what you need from each other to go ahead, and how you’ll recover if you don’t.
Things like eating out, holidays etc still happen, they just look different. It’s really lovely now to plan girls weekends with my DD, and to do things I know they’ll love. It’s been hard in many ways - my DH and I separated for a while which I could never have predicted when we started out but we’re now clear about what happened and are reconciling. The years will pass and life will happen one way or another - what do you want for yourself?