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I adopted my daughter from China three years ago when she was nine months old. As a birth mother I'd had no pregnancy, childbirth, parenting experience prior to adoption. In fact, all of what comes next is a journey of discovery.
The first few days and nights with baby daughter were like navigating any new terrain - overwhelming, with emotions in high gear, sleep deprivation pushing us to the wall at times, and the constant realising we could not possibly know anything until it all settled down. At times I would wake to find my heart had 'stepped over' that which was manageable before waking. And every hour, there were tears for no apparent reason - just grief really.
The days turned into weeks in an adopted baby's life so quickly. Then came the 'firsts' - first smiles, first coos, and one first tooth, but not all as expected. Daughter had her tongue thrust back in a way that would have made a normal birth mother question breastfeeding after her first few days with new baby. Some mothers have problems right from day one with lactation. I did initially until realising that a swollen breast was the reason for pain and then understanding that sometimes breasts can grow bigger than what's required by a tiny baby, but still produce plenty of milk.
Each 'first' gave me courage in parenting this daughter who wasn't born to me but is part of my family nonetheless. Every milestone met - or didn't meet - expectations. I have had to think differently and not compare myself to fellow birth mothers while parenting a child with whom we had no special bond at the start.
Adoption has taken me on many journeys and it's true that some were tougher due to feelings like guilt, jealousy, fear, and grief. These emotions didn't hit me every day but I did feel them sometimes. Now three years older, daughter often asks 'mummy why is my skin darker?'. Her tummy still speaks of my love for her now even though we didn't physically share the moment of conception and birth like many mothers do. And yes, there have been good days as well as hard ones during all this parenting time.
The first few days and nights with baby daughter were like navigating any new terrain - overwhelming, with emotions in high gear, sleep deprivation pushing us to the wall at times, and the constant realising we could not possibly know anything until it all settled down. At times I would wake to find my heart had 'stepped over' that which was manageable before waking. And every hour, there were tears for no apparent reason - just grief really.
The days turned into weeks in an adopted baby's life so quickly. Then came the 'firsts' - first smiles, first coos, and one first tooth, but not all as expected. Daughter had her tongue thrust back in a way that would have made a normal birth mother question breastfeeding after her first few days with new baby. Some mothers have problems right from day one with lactation. I did initially until realising that a swollen breast was the reason for pain and then understanding that sometimes breasts can grow bigger than what's required by a tiny baby, but still produce plenty of milk.
Each 'first' gave me courage in parenting this daughter who wasn't born to me but is part of my family nonetheless. Every milestone met - or didn't meet - expectations. I have had to think differently and not compare myself to fellow birth mothers while parenting a child with whom we had no special bond at the start.
Adoption has taken me on many journeys and it's true that some were tougher due to feelings like guilt, jealousy, fear, and grief. These emotions didn't hit me every day but I did feel them sometimes. Now three years older, daughter often asks 'mummy why is my skin darker?'. Her tummy still speaks of my love for her now even though we didn't physically share the moment of conception and birth like many mothers do. And yes, there have been good days as well as hard ones during all this parenting time.