May 16, 2011

Blowing Off Birth Order, and Thinking Twice

When we adopted Rory, almost two years ago now, she was 3 1/2, 6 months older than our youngest, Wyatt. All of our other kids were biological kids (Sam was 7 and Lily 5), and Rory was our first (and only) foray into adoption. We "adopted out of birth order," and as I remember it, the decision process went something like this: our social worker, Kathleen, a big, comfortable woman with shorn white hair and a confident, rolling walk, had begun to do what we were paying her to do, which was to pry enthusiastically into our personal lives and backgrounds to ensure that we were fit parents. She asked how old a child we planned to adopt. Wyatt was two then, so adopting a younger girl, as you no doubt know, was likely to be a slow process. We'd rejected it, pretty much for that reason, before we talked to any adoption professional. Although our adoption agency, always happy to be able to place even a slightly older child, sure didn't discourage us.

My husband was just a little hostile about Kathleen's intrusion, and by “little” you can infer that he resented the entire process of having a stranger—a less educated stranger, and someone who’d chosen a mighty fuzzy and not at all lucrative profession at that—come in and ask him questions about his childhood and judge his parenting skills. He was more than willing to contradict anything Kathleen thought she might know what he did not, and so he explained our position on adopting “out of birth order” very clearly. Lily, then three, would clearly care if her position as a “big kid” was usurped, but Wyatt was the baby. If we adopted someone in between Lily and Wyatt in age, he would still be the baby. Thus, birth order preserved.



Kathleen (a lovely woman who should consider a career in poker, so impassive was her face at this moment) surveyed Wyatt, who was beautiful and blond and capable of saying “Lily put bow my hair,” but not yet “I no want ‘nother sister.” He sat on my lap. He looked at Kathleen, and she looked back at him. Wyatt chose this moment to slide a hand up under my shirt to grasp at my belly button, his favorite source of comfort. He jabbed a thumb in and began to knead, and I pulled my shirt down over his arm and smiled nervously. I was not yet as confident as Rob that he who signed the checks called the shots, and I thought she might press. But Kathleen just nodded and wrote something down on her pad before asking her next question.

And that was it. Had there been much debate before that? Nope. Much after? Not really. Our social worker is a pro, so I suspect she tried subtly to at least give us a heads up that there was more to this than we thought. But she didn't break through.

The fabulous Dawn Davenport, who, in a different world where I am doing my whole adoption over again (but, of course, getting the same fantastic kid), has posted a set of rules on her website, Creating a Family, for Success in Adopting Out of Birth Order. They can be summed up as "Please, people, think about what you're doing and how you're going to do it" and that's exactly what I wish we'd done.

Of course I'm glad we adopted out of birth order. Of course I'd do it again. Adopting out of birth order is the only way we could add this: to that ornery image above and get this: We had to adopt out of birth order. Call it fate, call it God, call it the universe ebbing and flowing behind the scenes, but our clueless assumption that we could handle anything led us to exactly where we want to be.

But.

It was hard. To begin with, that "baby?" By the time we were heading to China, he was no baby any longer, and he'd seen enough friends get new members of their families to know that what you get is a LITTLE sister. He knew he wasn't getting a baby—they'd seen pictures—and that was fine with him. He didn't need a baby. But a "little" sister was just what he had in mind, and all of our assurances that he would be physically bigger didn't help one bit. For months after Rory came home, he still got angry every time fate conspired to point out her advanced age, and he wanted us to fix it (so badly that I had mad thoughts of messing around with her birth certificate). But there was nothing to be done. Rory is six months older than he is, so for half the year, they're twins, and for half the year, she's older, and he's relegated to "almost" whatever age comes next. He cared, indeed. It's rare for the "baby" of the family to see the benefits of being the "baby."

But harder still was the fact that having a child who was six months younger than Rory meant that I expected her to act her age, or at least his age. Every regressive behavior she seized on stood out in harsh contrast to the kid standing right next to her, not sucking his thumb, not having a tantrum, not begging to be carried, not asking to be fed or seeking out sippy cups and baby bottles. I knew, on some level, that those were natural things for a little girl in the middle of a harsh and sudden transition to turn to. I knew that she needed to be babied. But Wyatt made it hard for me to give her what she needed. I didn't want him to roll back to babyhood, but if either of them was going to—he was the baby! What's more, he was my baby. Rory was my almost-four-year-old. She'd never been my baby. I'm more than ashamed to admit how hard it was to let her take on that role, and if she'd really been the baby (always remembering that I would not change a thing about our adoption, because our family is perfect and she is perfect for our family) I think it would have been easier.

If Rory had really been the baby, I think it would have come more naturally for me to let her drop into that role. Now, almost two years later, I've changed my thinking. She's the baby in family years, and in family years, and family things, I let her remind me of a toddler, because in some ways she is a toddler. She gets to be more clingy when there are guests and more needy when other things seize my attention. She doesn't get the privileges of being the "youngest" when, say, a game's instructions call for the youngest to go first, but otherwise, she does the baby thing she she needs to, and I don't push her to act Wyatt's age, or, for that matter, her age.

But I know, in my heart, that we blew off birth order not because, as Dawn suggests, we really thought through what was right for our family, or who Wyatt was and what he could handle. What we thought about was little more than how long it was going to take to adopt. We didn't want to limit ourselves, in the eyes of China, to that small range of "ayap" girls who we knew were tops on many parents' list in the waiting child program. Partly that was selfish—as I said, we didn't want to wait. To the extent we did think about what was best for our family, we thought a child who fit right into the pack, rather than being three or four years younger, would fit right in. And less selfishly, we saw first-time parents, parents who a few years ago would have adopted babies, in line for those "ayap" girls, and wanted to be there for a child who maybe wasn't at the top of everyone's list. We did have our reasons for ignoring the birth order trope. But they weren't great ones. Worse, because I didn't think it mattered, I didn't give any thought to how birth order might affect us when Rory came home. If I had, I'd have eased her transition (and, less importantly, mine) in a big way.

So: just because I'd adopt out of birth order again in a heartbeat (because I'd cut off my own arm in heartbeat to make sure Rory was the child who joined our family) doesn't necessarily mean I think anyone else should do it. Anyone else in our situation—young parents with young children—I'd encourage to think harder, think twice, and at the very least to be ready. Because even if you DO adopt out of birth order, that's still your newest baby who's coming home.


Cross-posted to Raising Devils.

5 comments:

  1. We adopted out of birth order when Sophie joined our family... she is 5 months older than Isabelle. And while it was the toughest transition we've ever had (instant TWINS - I was so NOT prepared for all that this entails) these two get along famously.
    I think our family dynamics were the opposite of yours, our Isabelle was/is delayed and really never was bothered - at all - to suddenly have an older sister. Also, Sophie came home incredibly "on target" socially and intellectually and is a born leader. It bothers her enough she's not the oldest of all our kids... it would have driven her crazy if she would have been considered younger than Isabelle, especially because she is/was so advanced compared to Isabelle.
    I can see that it would most definitely have some big drawbacks, and like you recommended, folks need to have their eyes OPEN, really regarding adding any child to their family, but certainly a child that changes the birth order.
    Thanks so much for sharing about your kiddos... those two are adorable :)

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  2. We just adopted out of birth order. We brought home a three and half year old with a bio two-year-old (and 12 and 8 year olds). I agree with everything you said, except I think, because of posts like yours, we were fairly prepared. Thanks for posting about your experience. It does help! It is hard though. Very hard. Like you, I would definitely adopt out of birth order again because she is so worth it. I appreciate posts like this that have helped us be prepared!

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  3. We were declined to AOBO. It was a hard pill to swallow, but the reason's gives, were how hard it is and the number of disruptions our SW has dealt with connected with it (or something like that) But for those who are allowed, I am so very happy for you all!

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  4. Thanks for sharing, we are currently considering this. We know our oldest needs to stay the oldest, but are considering keeping our current baby the youngest in the family (who is also named Wyatt). Flexibility with age was part of our draw to the waiting child program. If we had a match today I think we would all settle in fine but I worry about the older Wyatt gets how he'll feel about suddenly having an older sister. Thanks for giving me a few things to think about, I have a feeling this is a work in progress for us.

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  5. I can so relate Lola. To every last detail you shared.

    Would we do it again? I really don't think so.

    It is not just the utter desperation we've felt at times with all the turmoil, but also the TOTAL change in family dynamics. Our two bio sons have always been very close, but putting someone in-between them ... well it changed things drastically.

    I thought DH and I were prepared, but we were not. We were educated, had researched, seriously considered, looking at family structure, children's personalities, list goes on and on.

    But when are living through it, you realize what the SWs are talking about (and worried about).

    Thanks for sharing and I may have to do a follow-up. Just not sure I'm brave enough.

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