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Those Three Words: Christine's Story


“You are pregnant.” 

I heard those three words at age 18 when I was just weeks into my freshman year of college. I was devastated. I was not ready to be a mom. I did not want to be a mom. I was so excited about my new life and future as a college student.

One Family's Adoption Story and Their Desire to Honor Birth Moms

Our story starts in 2012 when a very strong desire grew in my heart for another child.

While we have always been open to life, my husband, Greg, was scared to attempt another pregnancy due to complications during my second pregnancy. His concern was either losing the child or losing me during delivery. My heart was open to adoption, but Greg wasn’t ready.

He wasn’t sure how adoption would feel and had few experiences with those who had gone through it or who were adopted. I strongly felt that someone was missing from our family, we were not complete. I would often talk to my friend Renee about how I felt there was a missing piece of our puzzle and we united in prayer for this intention, asking God for direction.

Aimee's Story

Warning: The content of this story contains very sensitive subjects and potentially distressing material about the effects of depression and mental illness. 

My name is Aimée Farrell, and this is my unconventional adoption story.

My story begins long before my children were born. I was in my early teen years when I began to show signs of serious mental illness. I would go into deep bouts of depression to where I couldn’t get out of bed for days sometimes weeks, and then I would have days and weeks of mania to where I didn’t sleep for a week. I had no clue I was sick.

Maryellen's Story


I am connected to adoption because I placed my baby into the arms of an amazing family a little over a year ago. Today, I am proud to call myself a birth mom.

I remember when I first found out I was pregnant, I was only 18 and so scared. I thought about my options and I knew adoption was one of them. A few months before I found out I was pregnant, a lady from my church shared how she adopted a baby boy and her story touched my heart.

I knew that I wasn't ready to raise a child at this point in my life, but I also knew that somebody else out there was.

This was going to be the hardest thing I would ever have to do, and I really didn’t know where to start. I told myself if it was meant to be, then everything would work out.

Haven's Story


My story is a little unconventional I guess...or maybe it's not.

My birth daughter, Sarah, is 19 now. When I was pregnant with her, I actually had worked with her mom, and she became a friend. She didn't know I was pregnant when they hired me, and I was doing pretty well at keeping that hidden.

Lydia's Story

Warning: The content of this story contains very sensitive subjects and potentially distressing material. 



Lydia is from Alabama and is currently pursuing counseling to help others who have gone through what she has. She wants to educate people on adoption. She loves to cook, and in her spare time, she enjoys anything fun with her girls. Top picture: Lydia and her two daughters that she parents. Bottom picture: Lydia, Dana (the adoptive mom), and her daughter that she placed for adoption.

In March 2017 I was raped by someone I consider my closest friend. Then I got pregnant. Before I ever took a test I knew because once you have been pregnant you just know. 

My Choice

You see, I've never met my dad, even to this day. My mom is mentally disabled and did not and does not have the mental capacity to take care of my brother and I. We moved from family member to family member – just to whoever could take care of us. I often felt unwanted, a burden, and like no one really cared about me. I felt like people looked at me with pity because of my mom's circumstances. As a young girl, I felt lost – no mother and no father. I once lived with a family member that told me that the only reason I was living under their roof was that nobody else wanted me. This stuck with me for a long time.

Fast forward and I'm 17 and pregnant. I decided that I would do whatever it took for my daughter to avoid the kind of life I had, even if that life didn't include me.

Kelsey's Story

In May of 2015, I graduated from South Dakota State University, full of ambition and ready to take on the world. However, I was broke, so I moved home to save money. I spent my summer working and reconnecting with old friends.

I started seeing a guy I had known for a few years. It wasn't a serious relationship, just a summer fling that I knew would never last. I liked him a lot, but just as I expected, by the time the summer started to fade away, so did we. It was September, and something wasn't right. I was late, and I was terrified. I took two pregnancy tests on the floor of my bathroom, and sure enough, I was pregnant. It didn't feel real. I didn't even cry. My life was about to change, but I couldn't believe it because I was numb.

I went to his apartment and we discussed it. Inconveniently, he had already moved on to someone else. There was no time for a baby. No money. We didn't love each other. There was nothing more to say about it. I was backed into a corner, and it felt as though there was no way out. I was ready to move on from this heartbreak, so we agreed on abortion. He drove me to my abortion appointment before the sun was up. The numbness I had felt since I took the test was wearing off. No one knew it, but I was sad. I was fighting a battle in my head. Finally, they called my name and took me back to the room. I changed into a faded gown and sat on the cold metal table and just cried. I talked to God. I asked Him for protection. I was devastated. I then realized that making a choice out of fear and pressure is really no choice at all.

Emily's Story

emilypic_copy.jpgLeading up to my daughter’s birth, I was so nervous. I knew placing her for adoption was the right decision for me and for my baby. I also knew it was going to be very difficult, physically and emotionally.

I was terrified as I thought about going through the labor and delivery. As a petite 16-year-old, I worried that my body wouldn’t be able to handle it and I was afraid of how much physical pain I would be in. As my due date drew closer, my doctor realized I had pre-eclampsia and explained how my baby was under a lot of stress. After hearing this, I no longer cared how much pain I would be in. I was only worried about her and was very anxious to have her delivered so she would be safe.

Sarah's Story

Sarah1.jpgI am a birth mother to two beautiful children. Full-blooded siblings that live together with the same wonderful couple.

I was 18 when I had my daughter, and I had no family support. I grew up in an alcoholic home, and I didn't want my child to go through any of the struggles that I had. After praying, I was shown a great couple that had tried to have a family for 10 years with no success. I met with this couple and felt strongly that this was the right choice.

At age 21 with no support, my daughter's father and I found that we were pregnant again. At this time, we had become very close to our daughter's adoptive family, and we felt it was the best option to have both our children together in this loving family.