Type: Written 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

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

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

I wonder what she is doing right now. Is her sweet mama holding her, kissing her cheeks and telling her how much she is loved? Is her daddy blowing raspberries

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

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

Leading 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

I 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

I hate secrets and surprises. I always have. I attribute this to being a curious person, but on an extreme level. And, even that can be attributed, or at least

I was pregnant at 19 years old, freshman in college, scared, nervous, and alone. I didn’t realize I was pregnant until 7 months along, leaving 2 months to figure out