I chose adoption for my daughter when I was 19.
It's been a journey, like anything in life. One of tears, joy, pain and laughter, but there is an irreplaceable peace I receive when I see my daughter happy, healthy, and loved by so many. I didn't "give up" my child, I didn't "not-love" her, and I wasn't unfit, I chose adoption because I DO love her. Love, in fact is what was the driving force toward adoption. Loving her more than myself and considering her needs higher than my heart's wants.
Adoption is difficult, it was the most difficult decision I've made in my lifetime. But, I was willing to endure the pain that would come with my decision to ensure the end result of my daughter reaping the benefits of my sacrifice. My child was worth it.
My husband and I tried for several years to grow our family. We prayed fervently that God would bless us with a child. We felt led to adoption and, with the love and support of our families, we began the journey that would lead us to our son.
We met our son’s first mother and grandmother on the seventh of the month. We were full of anxiety and hope. At the same time, we tried our best to understand the emotions that Sara and Kathy were experiencing. Sara was at full term when we first met. She held our photo book and a list of questions as we entered the room. She had such confidence and seemed so relaxed. Sara had made the most difficult decision she had ever made, but she felt at peace. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wanted only the best for her son, even if this meant trusting in God to lead her to a family that would raise, love, and provide for her child. My husband and I held hands and cried through much of the initial meeting. It was an extremely emotional experience.
On the long ride home, we sat in silence as we prayed for God’s will to be done. We had just entered our own state when we received the call from our agent that Sara and her mother, Kathy, had chosen us as the adoptive parents for Sara’s baby boy! There are no words to describe our joy!
After ten whirlwind days of shopping and preparation, we were on the road again. This time, our bags were packed. Sara had gone into labor. She labored for hours and had to have a C-Section. Sara’s wish was to be the first to greet her child. During the surgery, Kathy was able to welcome her grandson to the world. My husband and I sat in the waiting room with our adoption agent. We held hands and cried as a lullaby played over the loud speaker, announcing the birth of Sara’s son. A few hours later, my husband and I were asked to meet our son. It was a moment I will never forget when Sara placed her son in my arms. I am still overwhelmed by the courage, love, and faith that filled the room that day. Sara and Kathy were two of the strongest and most self-less people we had ever met. The hospital allowed my husband and I to have a hospital room just a few rooms from Sara’s room. We stayed for three days. Every day, if Sara requested, we took our son to her room. It was completely clear that her love for him was endless.
When we left the hospital, we left together – two separate families, but also one. We will always be connected by the love we share for one special little boy. Our son will always know that he is cradled in the love of both of his families.
~Amy & Patrick
We will forever consider the mother of our adopted son as our hero. We never met her because she requested a closed adoption, yet we love her like she's our closest friend.
My husband and I pray for her each day and thank God for her saintly decision. She gave us the greatest gift we have ever received.
~Marie & Robert