Dear Molly* ~
Five days ago the baby boy you gave birth to was delivered to our home by a state worker. I know that you chose to leave the hospital after having him, and that you never once asked to see him after he was born. You never held him, never looked at him, never asked if he was okay.
I can’t imagine that.
I struggled to get pregnant and once I was pregnant I was terrified that I would do something to effect the babe growing inside of me. I was so scared in the delivery room, and I remember breathing a sigh of relief once that indignant cry filled the air. I wanted nothing more than to hold my baby, to study her features, count the tiny fingers and toes, and say “I love you” as many times as I could.
When they took my babies to the nursery I couldn’t wait to get out of the recovery room to see them, and once I held them – that was it. I looked into those eyes and I knew that I would do everything in my power to love them, honor them, cheer for them, protect them and guide them in the life ahead.
When I looked into the eyes of your son, I made the same promises to him.
We will love him, honor him, cheer for him, protect him and guide him to the best of our abilities.
You and I are forever linked through this tiny babe. That will never change. I don’t understand your lifestyle choices, or how you could walk away from the miracle that this tiny babe is. I have a million questions that will probably never be answered, and when he asks about you there will be a lot of blanks.
In spite of all this – I have to say thank you.
Thank you for carrying this precious baby.
Thank you for putting up with the pain, the discomfort, the heartburn, the nausea.
Thank you that even though you planned on walking away, you gave him life.
For that, I will be grateful to you – and that is what I’ll tell our son when he asks about you.
The Good Family ~ Ken, Aurie, Sophie, and Bella
*name has been changed