I just spent several hours with a friend who lost a baby. A couple weeks ago, my friend and her husband were chosen by a woman to adopt her unborn baby.
This weekend, my friend took the baby in her arms almost immediately after witnessing the birth. She and her husband roomed-in at the hospital just like birth parents. The baby boy latched on to her breast and she was able to nurse her tiny newborn even though he had not grown in her womb. Her milk let down and she heard the baby swallowing. Yes, a woman can nurse an adopted baby!
Some might say what’s the big deal? It’s not as if the baby was really hers anyway.
Legally, true. The baby was not hers…yet. But she and her husband anticipated the arrival of this baby and prepared for him to join their family. They were chosen among others to parent this baby. The cradle in their bedroom is empty. What a loss of a potential future.
Let me put future adoptive parents at ease. This type of situation is rare. Very rare. Usually if there is doubt about a woman’s intention to place her baby for adoption, social workers put the baby into temporary foster care before going home to his new family.
It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
So is this a quote or a cliche’? I have contemplated this saying as it relates to the losses I have experienced. In particular, my daughter’s death has brought me great pain and will continue to do so. Wouldn’t it have been much easier for everyone involved if she had never been born so she couldn’t have died, causing me and my family infinite grief?
Easier? Definitely. Yet I treasure the memories I have of Abby, and I’m glad that she lived with me for 2 years before she died. After she died, I had to come home and parent my other children and be my husband’s wife. I had to keep on living.
Although the death of my daughter is different than my friend’s failed adoption, I see her coping in similar ways. She is thankful that she has her daughter to come home to. She is thankful for the 24 hours she had with him. She is thankful for this time because she would’ve wanted this immediate bonding if she had the opportunity to adopt him. Just because the adoption fell through doesn’t mean she wishes she had never known him and loved him. She will treasure the video and pictures she has, his footprints inked on a card, the feeding chart she filled out in the 24 hours she mothered him.
This baby went home with his mother. And yet this is a heartbreaking situation for my friend and her husband who eagerly anticipated bringing home this baby.
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