My eldest child is an adopted child. I had no reason to believe I couldn't have any more children. (In fact, I had two more.) My thinking at the time (when I started the adoption) was that I'd be having a family anyway. There was a baby boy who would need a mother, and I thought being that child's mother (and aiming to make sure he had a nice childhood and lots of love) would be good for him, and nice for me and his father. If the opportunity had been there to adopt another infant after my youngest child was a few years old, I'd have had done it. I'd adopt an infant tomorrow if I wasn't at an age where it wouldn't be fair to the child.