Birthmother’s Day: A Holiday to Honor Our Sacrifices
Mother’s Day has been something I’ve secretly loathed since placing my daughter for adoption. It can feel like a constant yearly reminder that I don’t have a daughter anymore and can be incredibly painful, not only the day itself, but the weeks...
The Grey Areas of Adoption: Inclusion
While pregnant, and when I made the choice to place my daughter for adoption, I chose placement so that I might have the opportunity to build a fresh start, one where I could prepare myself for when I would be ready for a family. I never considered the weight that...
Perceptions of Pregnancy and Placement: The Rest of Our Lives After Adoption
Most of what I recall from my pregnancy is in retrospect. I have my journals and certain memories that I can use to reflect on the past, but that was nearly five years ago from where I am now. New experiences and encounters have mixed with the old feelings that I had...
Perceptions of Pregnancy and Placement: 9 Months of Pondering
My pregnancy was not orthodox by any means. I never had a round belly like most pregnant women. Because of my stature, I never appeared pregnant visibly to most people. In many ways, this proved to be a blessing to me and my own mental sanity. Since I was so over...