My Story

My pregnancy was a surprise. Not a "I wasn't trying to get pregnant and now I am" surprise. But more like a "oh my there is a baby coming out of me" surprise. I was 20, athletic, skinny, and not showing. After giving birth in my apartment while away at school I was taken to a hospital by ambulance with my son in my arms. I didn't have a plan, I was in my junior year of college and I had no way of supporting my baby and I. The father and I were only friends, and here I was in a situation that, to me, was unimaginable. Right after we arrived at the hospital, the nurse asked what my plan was and I blurted out "adoption" before I could actually think and she smiled and told me she would send in a social worker. The social worker asked me to find an adoption agency that suited me and to call them and explain the situation, which I did in a daze. Two days later I left the hospital with my mom, while my son left with his adoptive parents. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him and wish things could have turned out differently. But through my open adoption, I can see my son grow and I am still apart of his life. I don't want any birth mother to think for a second that they are not a mom. You are, and you are so selfless and strong.