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Its also very hard on the Bmoms who do want contact and are so afraid of anger and rejection from their child. Here I am almost 33 years later and I feel like my child is part of a dream. I remember the pregnancy, the labor, the hospital stay, my hysterics when they took her from the hospital, and the 5 minutes that I was able to hold her and look at her. To this day, even though Ive had 2 more children, those 5 minutes are the most precious to me. I dont remember the first time I held both of my other children , but I do her.
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