When I got pregnant I thought it was the end of the world. The father was nowhere to be found after the night of conception and I was only 20 years old. I worked a minimum wage job and like most 20 year olds I just wanted to have fun. Over the months I was pregnant I thought how can I do this? My parents didn’t even know until I was 5 months along. I was afraid to tell them because I expected them to kick me out. How could I raise a child when I still depended on them to take care of me? Their response was overwhelming; the support they gave me was great.
I began thinking about the life I could provide for my child and I was disappointed, I wanted more for him. He deserved more than what I could give to him. I began to look online at adoption stories and different web pages with families who wanted to adopt. One family I saw stuck out a little more than others, and that is how I came across American Adoptions. I knew that I was making the best decision for my son.
When he was born I thought to myself, he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. He stayed with me for the next 48 hours after he was born. I talked to him the whole time we were together, I just kept telling him that he was my angel and I would always be with him. When I left the hospital I took him to his adoptive parents and I met them for the first time. They were so happy and seeing that reassured me that I was making the right choice. This whole experience was the hardest and greatest thing I have ever done in my life. Before I got pregnant I was on a downward spiral and now I have no where to go but up, and the sky is the limit.