My husband and I have two incredible children thanks to adoption. Sometimes I imagine either one of their birthmothers having aborted my son or daughter. It chills me to the core. I was not able to have children grow within my own body and worked with doctors for 71/2 years before admitting defeat. We were on a waiting list for 5 years before our son's birthmother chose us, and we waited nearly 6 years for our daughter. The heartache of infertility pales when compared to the heartache of a woman choosing to place her child with parents who receive the child with unimaginable joy. I could never have the courage that my children's birthmothers had, and I tell them that every time we correspond with them. They, in turn, tell us constantly how glad they are that they chose us, and what a relief it is to know their birthchild is safe and thriving. My children know how loved they were by birthmothers who chose to give their babies so that the children would have what they were unable to give. Maybe our imaginations are wearing thin in this day, but can you try to imagine what it is like to learn every month for 7 1/2 years that you are not pregnant, again. Try to imagine the grief of a couple who yearn for a baby, yet know that millions of unborn children over the years have just been snuffed out. I, too, must imagine the grief that comes with the decision the abort. The sadness of sitting in a waiting room, just wanting to get it over with so life can begin again for them. I am so, so sorry for all those who've had to make that choice. There is a lot of pain in the world, and we just can't get away from it, can we?









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