I have such mixed opinions about adoption. My eldest brother was given up for adoption because my mum was young (ish) and not married and everyone thought it was 'for the best'.

It all worked out in that he had a wonderful childhood, we (me and my younger brother) had wonderful childhoods and we met him as an adult and he (+ his own three kiddies) are very much part of the family again.

The pain that my mum felt until she met him again (and still does now) and the hurt and anger that I carry, especially now that I have Astrid and I understand a bit more about how you bond with babies while they are growing will always be with me though.