I’m one of four. I loved it. I’m the eldest, and it felt like a little gang. Always someone on your side.
I had 4 myself, and married a man later with 2 of his own. We had custody of all 6. It was busy and fun and the kids are close as adults. We all get together a few times a year, with our grandchildren as well to keep our bonds tight.
Fostering is hard work. I’m a registered foster parent as well. It’s not just taking kids and loving them in a little bubble of idyllic happiness. You can’t just bounce up and say ‘I’ll take 2 please’.
To start with the process is gruelling. Your life is picked over, and laid bare. Bank accounts, medical records, your home, even your car! They have to check MOT etc. just explaining how intense it is.
Then they interview 3 referees. Intense discussions about you, your beliefs, your friends, your outlook on gender, sexuality, racism etc. They then do your family, kids, ex partners.
If you get through all that then you have to go in front of a panel who again grill you.
Most children in the system are ‘damaged’ in some way. They need intense care that often involves you giving up work to do it.