This being my very first time blogging, Melissa suggested I blog about my experience as a Birthmother in the adoption triad.
This perspective is the least heard from and in my opinion the most difficult. Anyone can be a mother, but giving birth can be a privilege. Conceiving at such a young age 24 years ago, I chose against abortion in my own right. When I realized at 15 that I was pregnant, I thought, if I tell my mother she will force me into an abortion without question. I decided this was not what I wanted to do and therefore I did not tell her until I will 5 months pregnant. It was not a decision I took lightly, but felt this was MY decision and no one, let alone my mother, was going to take it away from me. After telling her, I cannot begin to tell you how unsupportive she was. She played the victim role. “How could you do this to me?”, “You slut, you bitch, you whore”, “I am not even going to go see you in the hospital”. (She did go behind my back without my blessing to see my son). My mother’s boyfriend at the time (she had already been divorced twice) said to me “Why didn’t you just tell me and we could have just gone and gotten an abortion”. Exactly what I expected. Did I make the right decision? The only answer I can say is YES. It was an extordinarilly mature decision for someone like me to make. This is something I have never regretted.
I very much took care of myself while pregnant. It was a shock to have to change schools, again. This will be my third High School. My mother decided on whims about living here and there. Thankfully South Florida is a decent place to grow up even if I am going to be dragged from place to place. The new school had a program for pregnant teens. It catered to us, so if we needed to be late for medical reasons, etc. We would not be reprimanded. I was not late one day; I had a very easy pregnancy. I was 97 lbs when I got pregnant and 124 lbs when I had him. I had a very nice female, Jewish Doctor. Without her knowing, she was a glimmer of support for me. Another person of support was a good friend of my mother’s at the time, Barbara, she decided she wanted to help me through and was a wonderful birthing coach. For myself, I am surprised how well I survived emotionally being “on my own”.
Labor began June 2, 1986 at 8:30 the evening. I gave birth at 2:11 am, June 3rd. A beautiful baby boy weighing in at 8 lbs. 6 oz. I didn’t get to see him at first, but I requested to see him. They brought him to my room. The nurse gave me the bundle and I was so amazed that I had to privilege to give this person life. As all mothers do, you stare in amazement. He was perfect. I laid him down in front of me and opened the blanket to make sure all the fingers and toes were accounted for. They were, while taking a sigh of relief. A few minutes later I had to hand him back to the nurse as she wheeled him away. I sat there in shock. The next morning I had my second chance to see him. All I could do was stare. I wanted to make sure I had his face etched in my memory for as long as I live. I gave someone life.
There are no words that can possibly describe the bond between a child and mother. God and/or Mother Nature intended it that way. This is how we survive. To have that severed is the unhealthiest feeling. No matter how a human is conceived, this bond should not be defied. This is where I can feel the same exact feelings today as the day I had to “give him back”. Living with this has been at times crippling internal pain. I have never had any help, counseling, medication or any of the sorts. For me, what was any of that going to do to change the reality? Deal with it. It may not sound healthy to some, but for me, the only way I know how to deal living life without my baby.
At the time, open adoption in Florida was not an option. It was dictated. In my opinion, what is good for some may not be good for everyone. I would rather have seen him grow up, in some respect, than to not have any contact whatsoever. For me, I would have lived with much more peace. My deep unselfishness gave a couple a family they could not have otherwise had. That is much more than I could ever have given him and truly the most important to me. I can only hope he can understand and forgive me, but to know I did it because I loved him more than life itself. He will forever be in my heart and soul.
Today, I am eternally blessed to have a wonderful husband and a beautiful little boy. For me, his brother is missing. I am coming to grips with the decision to ever tell my little boy that he has a brother somewhere. This, as with the rest of the decisions, will not be taken lightly. I want to do what is best for everyone. My husband is incredibly supportive of my possible search in finding him, when I’m ready.
This was not easy to write about because of how infinitely I have been judged by the few people I have told. Being judged harshly has made me an incredibly strong person, because I have asked the question many times walking away from the person judging me “What would they have done in the exact same situation?”. That is for each to judge themselves, because I have far surpassed them.



