Dear Adoption, You Aren’t Always Right
Growing up, my adoption issues lived mostly in the confines of my own head. I was adopted domestically so most people had no clue my parents, siblings and I didn’t have the same genes. I went to live with my new family when I was less than 2 weeks old. I was born to one woman and left the hospital with a different woman. I always thought that seemed weird since the first woman wasn’t dead.
My mom said I cried a lot when I first came home and that I wouldn’t settle with her when she held me but that she always loved me so much. She said she knew I was hers.
When I was 4 weeks old, my birth mom changed her mind.
She called the adoption agency, the hospital, the social worker and even the police to try and get me back.
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