"May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays."


This blog is neither pro-adoption nor anti-adoption. This is merely the story of a mother and her journey towards healing.


Tears

Moved to tears by this article.

It’s good to know that good people still exist. I hear a lot of D in that article. Just recently she was sharing with someone about the guilt of leaving the hospital with Munchkin. It reminds me of Dawn’s wording regarding it feeling like kidnapping.

It was so cold that morning.

Anyway, I’m emotionally drained after reading this. I must go lay in bed, avoid my homework and plan to go to the gym in the morning. Apparently, God is amusing and makes our bodies snap immediately back after a first pregnancy, forcing us to believe that after a second pregnancy, the body will do the same.

*looks down* Yeah. Not quite. But I’m okay. I’m okay.


Also and More Over

If you are unwilling to do research, you shouldn’t be adopting. It’s really that simple. (On the same note, if you are unwilling to do research, you shouldn’t be placing. It works both ways.)

There are more than happy stories. There are more than sad stories. There is more than one possible outcome when it comes to adoption. Do your research. Thoroughly. If you don’t feel secure knowing that your child has two Moms, don’t adopt. Don’t place.

Can someone shout this from the nearest mountaintop? I can’t leave the house because my Husband took the Jeep keys. Good one!