[jenn_e_ritter]

I do not remember the day, but I remember the weather being very cold. At the time I was ten years old, minding my own business watching cartoons. I looked at my parents, they smiled. For a moment I was comtemplating of why I was the only child on both sides of my family and why I had no brothers or sisters. I got up, went to them and asked "Am I adopted?" They slowly answered yes and carefully told me the story of how I came into their lives. My bdad was in the services and my bmom thought it was best if I was put up for adoption. In that moment, my world crumbled. I felt like I was the only surviving person on a desserted island. I was never the same again.

Fast forward to the age of 14. My parents and I went down to my birth place .They were giving me the story of the day that I was adopted (sort of giving me a tour at the same time). The more I listened, the more upset I got. In moments we were at the hospital. It was unbearable standing there and not knowing the story of my birth, not knowing how long it took for me to be delivered, not knowing how much I weighted. It was hurtful knowing that this was the place I was given away. I went down there thinking I could get my records and left knowing that there was another family out there that I belonged to.

That is how I found out. It was not easy typing this.

[StarryNights™]

A week ago I decided to become a volunteer at the hospital I was born in. As the coordinator took me on a tour she showed me the labor ward. She asked me when I was born and I responded 1966, where she promptly pointed out the old section where I was birthed at.

I have watched a birth before so it was easy for me to envision. However, I have never given birth, as I am childless. As I stood at the doorway, I tried to imagine my birthmother giving birth to me. I tried to imagine how the whole thing went down. I know I was born 8lbs 6 oz at 9:23 on a Sunday morning. But that is where my connection ends. 3 days later she left the hospital without me. The next day my aparents came to get me. It was a bit nerve-racking to say the least.

[jenn_e_ritter]

When I was down there, the only place I fouudn comfort was in the church. Everything there was so beautiful. The only thing I wish was that I had a camera with me. Then I could one day show it to my children.

[plants]

i know how you feel jenne ritter i think what was weird for me was i knew my adoptive parents were going to tell me i was adopted that hadnt told me i was adopted but for some reason i already knew

[plants]

i think what was weird was i had a family out there that i belonged to