Adoption Stories

Rosie's Story

 At just barely sixteen years old, I found myself pregnant and for the most part, alone. I grew up in a small town, population 1,500, where everyone knows everyone else’s business. Me being pregnant was a big taboo. So, naturally, we wanted to keep things as quiet as possible.

At some point, abortion was mentioned. I had grown up in a Christian home and knew that this wasn’t the answer. My mother had died when I was eight years old, so I was raised by my step-father. We didn’t have a close relationship. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened because I thought I knew what he would say.

Finally, I confided in my pastor. His wife took me to a physician who confirmed my pregnancy. My pastor went with me to tell my step-father. He actually took it very well. Due to my feelings of embarrassment and not wanting to bring shame on either of our families, I had already talked to my pastor about my options. One of those was that I go to a home for unwed mothers. This would give me time to think and make arrangements to either keep the baby or place it for adoption.

I went into labor May 1st, 1987. After eight hours, a perfect little girl, whom I will always think of as Christian Nicole, was born. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!

I chose to have her “room in” with me at the hospital so I could spend every moment I had left with her. I took rolls and rolls of pictures of her. She was so precious and I didn’t want to forget anything about her.

I had so many conflicting emotions. Looking back, I don’t know how I made it through that time in my life. My pastor and his wife were there for me when I met the adoptive parents, Joe and Renee on the day of placement. I got to see my baby one last time. She was crying and inconsolable as though she sensed the tension in the air. My heart felt as though it were breaking. I sobbed openly.

I met Joe and Renee and they seemed as nice in person as their biography had sounded. They were very interested in me and asked a lot of questions. When it was all over with, I went back to my dorm at the home my pastor and his wife were still there and we prayed again. I stayed at the home for another month before I returned to my own home.

I am now married and have 3 beautiful little girls. I’m so thankful that God made me wise enough to give that first little girl life and strong enough to see her be raised by her adopted family.

I’m so thankful that I didn’t take the quick solution and end the life of what is today, a remarkable young lady.

Her adoptive parents have been wonderful to me and to my family. We exchange letters, e-mail, call each other and visit each other from time to time. They’ve always been very open with her about the adoption. I think this has increased her understanding of the situation. I feel very blessed!

The outcome of this story is the Glory of God. He knew what it required of me to give this child life and then to put her life in His hands. I thank Him for giving me wisdom to see the larger picture. When I see her beautiful smile or hear her lovely voice, my soul sings!

To see my daughter's story go to Jennifer's Story

To see her mom's story go to An Adoptive Mom

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