At the age of 20, I reached my lowest point. I had severed ties with my family and friends, lost my employment, was evicted from my home, and lived a life that could end badly. I felt desolate and isolated. However, I soon discovered that I was expecting. The information gave me an extra motivation to keep going.
I recall being in my car, having Wendy’s chili for the fifth time, admiring a Texas sunset. I was without a home and unemployed, yet something urged me to do a pregnancy test. It was beneficial. I phoned the father, but he did not pick up. I visited his apartment expecting he would welcome me and the baby, but he closed the door on us. My heart shattered.
At starting, I plan to stop the pregnancy. I visited a clinic for a pre-appointment check and left with a sonogram image of my baby. It felt real, but I still planned for abortion. After that, I learned about open adoption and chose to explore it further. I contacted an adoption agency and spoke with a friendly lawyer. For the first time, I experienced a slight sense of hope.
My cousin’s spouse assisted me in staying with my Great Aunt. I was greeted with warmth and nourishment, which provided me with some energy. Nonetheless, I believed that getting an abortion would be simpler. However, a nurse at the clinic offered me a proposition: if she managed to secure me housing, would I opt for life? I agreed. She located a place for me at a maternity home. It seemed like God was sending me a message.
After a while, I got back in touch with my dad, and we discussed what would be best for the baby. I understood I was not able to provide my child with the life he needed, so I chose to offer him for adoption. The profile of the adoptive parents brought me to tears they assured me they would love my baby and keep me engaged. Upon meeting them, it seemed as though we were destined to be family.
Holding my son for the very first time bought me peace. Giving him to his new parents was touching yet happy. I was certain he would be more happy and looked after. When I gave up my right, I felt strong.
My child is 15 months old now. I see him often and stay close to his family. My life used to be full of pain, but now it is filled with hopes and happiness. Adoption was a brave way to show love, but I couldn’t change my decision.
My name is Audrey. I am a biological mother.
