"You mentioned still grieving for your infertility, although you?d never give your DS up ? I?d really like to hear more about how you manage to fit both those thoughts in your head, as I?m sure I?d end up somewhere similar."
Initially I didn;t think about it much (too painful) threw myself into the adoption 200% which co-incidentally meant I was well prepared!
Once the initial manic phase wore off I found newspaper reports of improvements to IVF very painful, pregnant women very painful. I thought a lot about whether I should try again with newer technology etc. I read 100's of blogs of adoption journeys and cried all teh way through them!
Afetr that and when the adoption was imminent, the excitement when I was actually given a region to go to in Kazakhstan and was just waiting for my visa, then the excitement was just so absorbing that I just didn't have the energy to still think about an event which was no longer relevant to me.
After ds came home and my circle of friends expanded to include motherws of simialr aged childrne, I did find the regular discussions of labour stories sad that I couldn;t join in. Then when DS was around 2 ish that all seemed to stop - it seemed to become a bit irrelevant to everyone! I don't mean it wasn't an important part of their own story just that people didn;t seem to want to talk about it much.
Now I have reached a place where I accept the sadness that I couldn't ever conceive but it isn't sharp or even very present. I think just time helped and the fact that DS is everything I could have wanted in any child.
There is an adoption fable which is a bit long but (to try to shorten it) it equates becoming a parent with travlling to Australia. Most people turn up at the travel agent book their flight and bugger off - arrive 24 hours later and have their holiday and come home.
We, however, turn up at the travel agent to be told there is no space on the plane but there is a boat leaving next week and it will take two months to get there. Its a rough journey with many ups and downs and your firends may have been on several holidays in the time it takes us to get there.
But when we arrive the place is the same that they all visited and we appreciate it all the more because of the difficulties in getting there. And the friendships of the people we met on the journey make it seem like we were the honoured ones.
It sounds a bot twee but I truly feel that the difficulties I have had and the amazing people I have met, fellow adopters and the fantastic women who cared for my DS before me, have all added to making me a much nicer person than I was before and a more empathetic mother to DS.
My life now is just as is it (if that makes sense) - I feel 100% DS's mummy (even whilst acknowledging the presence and importance of his birth mother), its a part of who I am now. The lingering (and slight) sadness I feel at not ever being pregnant is really a separate issue and I don't feel impinges on my relationship with DS.
The feeling of being so closely bonded with a child that you didn't give birth to is so miraculous that it truly does compenate for anything I missed out on.