All children are different and all families are different. I was adopted as a newborn when my brother (bio son) of mom and dad was 8 years old, as mom and dad were having trouble getting pregnant. After I was adopted mother did get pregnant again and I have a sister (again their bio) 22 months younger than me.
To be honest I was, and have always been the favorite child (much to the chagrin of my sibs at times). Mom and dad were always fair, loved all of us and treated us equally, but liked me better (although I was the bad one...). I was truly the one planned child. Mom told me that she thought my brother was born too early in the marriage and when she was ready to do it again she couldn't. When she later became pregnant with my sister, it was quite a surprise, as she thought she couldn’t and she had a really rough high-risk pregnancy, bled for several months--not knowing she was pregnant, contracted the German measles, etc, and my sister was born premature. It was a very stressful time for my parents.
The only issue I ever had with being the middle and only adopted child was that I looked nothing like them growing up (I'm blonde and blue and they are dark and dark) and stupid people that didn't know would ask stupid questions like, "and whose little girl is this?". That hurt and made me embarrassed. It still hurts to think about that, but the world it quite different now than it was in the 60s (of course there are still stupid people that will say stupid things).
My brother, sister and I are all completely different, but of the three I am most like my mom and dad and have been closer to both of them in ways that my sibs will never understand.
Oops, my turn to ramble…
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