“Motherhood means unconditional love, no matter the distance or DNA.” – Tabitha Nilsen
It has been a long three months for me. To say that I miss
Benjamin would be a huge understatement. For the entire first month, I cried
every day. I thought it would never end.
After I told my “friends” that not only was I pregnant, but
that I placed baby for adoption, I got so many mixed comments. Some people
continued to shame me even though I did a wonderful thing; they even went as
far as shaming my friends for continuing to be my friend. Others were really
wonderful about supporting me even though they didn’t understand what I was
going through.
He makes silly little faces. And I just want to squish his cheeks the whole time. Wait, that's exactly what we did! |
Open adoption is wonderful thing. I can’t imagine the world
of closed adoption where you never get to see your baby ever again. So far in
my adoption plan, I’ve been getting pictures every week, I can talk to them
whenever I want, and I also got to go see him. That was an experience. I was
beyond excited when the day finally arrived, but I was so upset. I knew absolutely
nothing about my own baby: how he likes to be held, what his cries mean, when
he eats, when he sleeps and for how long. It really hurt, I felt so unattached
to the point that I had to work to remember he’s my baby. What was even worse
was the fact I didn’t even recognize him. He was so different; granted he
looked just like the pictures, but he looked nothing like the baby I held in the
hospital. Can you even imagine not recognizing your own baby? I was absolutely
heartbroken. It took me two hours to finally find an angle where I thought
maybe he looked the same. He’d gained 4 pounds, grew 5 inches and actually had
his eyes open. He was a totally different baby.
My saving grace throughout this journey has been a
Birthmother’s group meeting with women just like me who are both pregnant and considering
adoption or have already placed. We can just sit there for two hours and talk
about our birthing experience and our adoption experience. I’ve been to two now
and it has made all the difference in my healing process. Empathy goes a long
way.
“I am a Birthmother and I can tell you there is nothing more
heartbreaking, but along with the heartbreak comes gratitude and thankfulness.”
– Hope O Baker
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The journey has just begun and it will continue to hurt for years to come because I will never forget the beautiful life I created and placed in other arms. I just can't wait for the day when Ben recognizes me and loves me.
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