The Foster Home

I was living in a foster home right about then with a single parent. The mother was a really sweet lady with three kids of her own. I was shocked that she would find it in her heart to take in a very troubled, very pregnant teenager. I had never really been loved by a family before, but I did find it in the home of a registered nurse. She talked to me and comforted me when I cried and really all I learned about being a young woman and a parent I learned from her.

I would sit up all night sometimes wondering what I would do about the condition I was in. I knew I had to be logical but nothing seemed logical. I couldn't pretend it never happened because I could feel it....even though I didn't look pregnant until I was about 8 months. Still I had a decision to make...my caseworker kept telling me that it would best for everybody if I signed my baby away, I would forget about it in time and have more kids, I was young and reasonably healthy. The caseworker even said I would regain my figure because I was so tiny any ways. My foster mother said she would stand by me no matter what choice I made. So I did it...I said I would give him up for adoption.