This guest blog is by Victoria Hickok, an adoptive mother.
After four years of unsuccessful attempts at getting pregnant, my husband and I went through fertility treatments for a year.
But shortly after the anniversary of our first fertility treatment Paul and I put our family plans on hold and decided to focus on buying a house in our small town in Georgia instead.
We figured that, unlike starting a family, finding a house was something we could control.
So we decided to wait until we were settled in our new home and then expand our family through adoption.
This guest post is by Maxine Chalker, founder of Adoptions From The Heart and an adoptee.
Women who decide to make an adoption plan have taken a tremendous and courageous step toward improving their own lives and the lives of their children.
No one should understand this truth more than prospective adoptive parents, who will be given an enormous gift solely through the generosity and bravery of willing birth parents.
But taking a monumental step in one’s own life, to saying nothing of the life of one’s child, can be lonely. People don’t always understand, or accept, the choices that expectant parents make when they choose open adoption.
Creating an placement plan for your baby isn’t something anyone forgets. It stays with you. In many cases, it hurts —deeply.
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. Read More