I’m not adopted, but I am the black sheep. A few words about attachment. My mother said that because I was in the hospital in an incubator for so long (2 months, so she says) that she was never able to bond with me and that is why our relationship has always been so rocky. I say it’s because she’s one of those fucked up women that idolize their sons.
Now I’m a mother of a 17 month old and let me tell you, I bonded from the first sonogram. When they took her to the NICU after she was born, I was a raging Mama Bear. That was MY child, get ME to HER NOW!
I see, hear folks all the time who do have healthy, attached relationships with their adopted children. Please don’t assume that because you aren’t there from conception that you have lost your chance. My mother has had thousands of opportunities to bond with me.
There are valid concerns with adoption, however, I can speak for myself and for my husband, now that we actually have a kid, we are far less afraid of the “could be’s” than we used to be. We had a pretty big scare with Down’s Syndrome and fortunately our daughter is fine, but I severely doubt our conversations would be even remotely the same our next go round (when my risk is higher from the outset).
I wish I could explain to someone what it means to be a Mom who isn’t one yet. I will tell you this, my very active toddler wasn’t feeling well today and wanted to spend the day in Mommy’s lap. As bad as I felt for her feeling bad, YIPPEEE! I got to cuddle with her again! Oh my sweet baby, resting her tired head on my shoulder and patting MY back. Work? School? Huh?
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That is what my life is about. That is the face that makes anything this world throws at me really, really worth it. If I died tomorrow, my only regret would be that I hadn’t lived long enough to hear my daughter tell me she loves me. But I have lived long enough to see her smile, to have her reach for me when she is afraid and dance with me to Ring Around The Rosie.
Sorry for being such a mush, but several threads about babies, a cuddley baby and I’m a goner.
Good luck to you. Whichever you choose, your life, hopefully, will never be the same.