This guest post is by Mallory Rivas, an adoptive mother.
Last February, we were given the surprise of our lives, when our son was literally dropped into our laps at 3 days old.
From the time we found out about him to the time we brought him home was a mere 6 hours.
That day, February 22nd, 2016 was absolutely the best day of my life. The day our family was completed.
It’s been 14 months and life sure has changed. We have gained a lot of friends, lost a lot of family, but through it all we have always had each other.
This guest post is by Terri Rimmer, a birthmother and author.
April 17th was the anniversary of my birth daughter McKenna’s adoption finalization in 2001.
I remember Jan. 2, 2000 when I found out I was pregnant and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I could not raise my daughter but that I would have to place her for adoption.
It would be the hardest thing I would ever do – or have done since.
Still, I prayed about it for two weeks even after talking it over with Jon, the birth father, and being in agreement with him.
At first we were going to choose my sister to raise our child but her partner didn’t want the birth mother to know the identity of her mother so I wasn’t going to do that. Continue reading