Over the last 18 years I have held my emotions together very well. I have able to have a 17 year marriage, I have been raising 3 amazing kids. And I am over half way through with Alex teenage years without any problems from him. We will see what the other 2 kids bring me. I have been a stay at home mom and have also worked full time during different times of my children's lives. I have volunteered and continue to volunteer at my kids school even though I work full time. I have maintained long term friendships. I have been relief society secretary at my church while also being a den leader and helping my husband do his cub master duties. I am the person that everyone comes to with their problems, I should have been a counselor.
I had closed off my heart and the heart ache of adoption. Even my husband rarely saw me cry about it. That is what you are supposed to do right? You are supposed to show the world you are healthy, happy, and you have moved on. As Alyssa and I reunited my emotions slowly came out. I couldn't cover up the wounds in my heart and fully let her in.
When Alyssa had Owen on Wednesday the 28th I stayed at the hospital until she was moved out of L&D room and into the recovery room. When I got back to my mom's house that night I broke and I broke hard. I couldn't fall asleep until almost 2am. This was after sleeping only about an hour the night before and driving from California to Utah. I only slept until about 6am. I knew what my oldest was going through and it killed part of my heart all over again. Alyssa told me she wanted her 48 hours to be with Owen as much as possible. She wanted to be his mom and not see any other woman try to take her place
She only had 48 hours before she had to sign the relinquishment papers. Only 48 hours to be Owens mom and she didn't want to be bothered with too many people. Alyssa told me that she is only allowing certain people to see her and everyone is only allowed 1 hour. My time period was 11am to noon. My husband and I got there right on time and I got to hold Owen for the first time. Owen was the tiniest baby I had held and he had a bunch of tubes and machines monitoring him. I sat and talked with my daughter. We connected like we never have. I knew exactly what she was feeling, scared, heartache, fear, and loss. She hated the hats they had at the hospital for Owen so I offered to find a preemie hat that would fit his tiny head.
It took almost 2 hours to find 2 hats that were preemie sized. I brought them back to her and had my husband wait in the waiting area. I didn't want to interrupt her alone time with her son. When I pulled back the curtain of the area she was sitting at in the NICU Alyssa was holding her son and crying. While I was gone Alyssa's Amom and the social worker came to talk to Alyssa. I guess they upset her and she yelled at both of them to leave. It wasn't the time they were allowed to be there by her schedule.
I held my daughter and let her cry. I tried to be strong for her, but I couldn't watch her cry and hold her son and not cry also. After a little while Alyssa needed to go back to her room and she asked me to leave. I kissed my girl good bye. I knew this was the last time I would see her be just a mom not a natural mom.
We text each other a few times that night and asked me not to come by on Friday. She knew she would be released from the hospital on Friday and she also had to sign the papers. Thursday night I went for a long walk with my husband at my mom's house. I think we walked for about 4 miles. It calmed me enough so I could be there for my other kids too. While I was out walking my dad sent me a text saying how much he loved and cared about me. Soon as I got back to his house I told him I wasn't sure if I should hug him or hit him. I had almost calmed down when he sent that and it got me crying again. I fell asleep around 2 am again. I woke up by 6am but didn't sleep well at all.
Friday I stayed around the Logan area. My aunt was selling her house and my mom wanted me to say hi to her. What better time to make small talk with my aunt who I usually only see once a year then when I am losing my grandson to adoption. But you know what natural mom's are used to doing? Putting our heart ache aside and making other people comfortable. That is exactly what I did for two hours, just make small talk.
We spent the rest of the day in town and I cried several times on both of my parents shoulders. They hadn't seen me cry like this since I placed Alyssa. I told them how angry I was with adoption, how I hated it, how unfair it was to all of my kids, and how I hated how unfair Utah's adoption laws were.
I had been texting Alyssa all day and she wasn't responding. I was scared and worried about her. I had told her to get a signed agreement for adoption that both LDSFS social worker signed and both A parents sign. She had turned off her phone and didn't see my text until that night. She finally responded and let me know she was going on a mini trip the next day to Southern California for a week with her boyfriend. She couldn't deal with even being in the same state while her baby was in the NICU, and she had signed away her rights. So she did the only thing she could do, she ran. Ran away from the heartache.
Owen's Amom sent me a message on face book letting me know what my daughter was doing the next day. Again I fell asleep in the wee hours and woke a few hours later. My heart was crushed when I woke up. I couldn't bear crying on anyone elses shoulders. I didn't want anyone feeling sorry for me. I was angry, sad, and just hurt. The wound that I had taken 18 years to slowly close up reopened with a vengeance. I quickly got ready for the day and left my parents house out the back door without telling anyone I was going for a walk. I just needed to be alone. I needed to just cry but I was hoping a walk would clear my mind. I had left around 7:30am and about 8:30 I sent my husband a text saying I'm on a walk leave me alone. I walked about another 30 minutes when I sent him another text. I told him I just couldn't tell my parents good bye. I asked him to get the kids ready and just pick me up. We had to leave for California, there was nothing left in Utah for me.
Around 9:30 or 10:30 and walking 6 or more miles Jeremy picked me up. Walking always clears my mind but it did nothing for me this time.
We started driving and Jer asked if i wanted to see Owen if that would help. I had Owen's Amom phone number but I couldn't call her. I didn't want to hear that I couldn't see Owen. Jer made the phone call and left a message. A little while later his Amom called back. She would allow Jer and I to see Owen.
We went to see him around 12:30 or 1:00. I told Owen that I loved him. His Amom told me Owen could call me grandma instead of auntie like she originally suggested just 2 days previous. She has said that the adoption will always stay open and Owen will know all of his family.
Seeing Owen helped a little but I hated saying good bye. One more good bye that shouldn't happen. One more woman that is able to parent but she isn't good enough to because of her marital status. Why is it that we give needy couples babies? Shouldn't adoptions be about needy babies needing families when all else fails with their natural families?
It's very late and I am tired I hope this all makes sense.
BTW - The above picture is the last time I had seen Owen in the hospital, when his Amom allowed us to say good bye.
