Sunday, January 17, 2016

Return the Child - He Is Not Yours to Keep

I stood there...exhausted.  Staring at nothing in particular and everything in general.  It was all a blur; fuzzy, like my thoughts.
mother kissing child

Shock does that.  Moments earlier I held my infant son in my arms, cradling him, cuddling him.  Now my arms were empty.  The ache in my heart was like none I had ever experienced.  It only exaggerated the pain in my empty arms. No one could ever take that pain away except my son - back where he belonged.

I buried my tear-stained face in his blankie.  Sobbing seemed to bring a bit of release.  I needed to deter my thoughts.

Watching the airplane on the runway took every ounce of stamina to hold me together and not spring through the security doors to chase after it.

I deliberated between watching the aircraft until it was a speck in the sky or escape to my car to be in private.  Choosing the latter, I wondered if the fountain of tears would ever stop.  When would the pain of this loss be tolerable?

Does anyone ever recover after losing a baby?  It does not matter how you lose a child, the impact and grief are the same.   I could not deny it.   He was gone - forever.

I was his mommy for a year

A year had passed since we adopted Seth and when the phone rang that day I had no reason to suspect anything unusual.  My husband answered; and as I watched the expression on his face change rapidly, I did not like what I was observing.  He called me over to share the receiver.

“I am getting pressure from my parents to raise my son so I am going to have to get him back.  I am prepared to hire an attorney  and you know you will not win.”  The words had been rehearsed and seemed too easy for her to say.  A couple sentences, that's all it was -- a couple sentences that tore our hearts out.

“I'm afraid you don't really have a choice,” our lawyer informed us.  The law was clear.  If we chose to fight, there would only be more agony and great expense.  “I will set it up for you to return the child as soon as possible.”


RETURN THE CHILD as soon as possible.  I screamed on the inside.  I cried on the outside.  No, this just can't be happening.  We loved Seth.  He was ours.  The bottom of my world dropped out from under me.  I loved him and cared for him. He was part of our family for a whole year.  I could not imagine life without him.  I was his mommy.  How could she do this to us?  How could she possibly love him like we did?  What about Seth?  He would be torn from his parents, his home.  Surely he would feel the rejection.  What path would his life take now?

Nothing prepared me for the pain of relinquishing my son to someone who had not wanted him!  But we had no choice.  "Return the child.  Give him.....back."


He handed MY son to her...a stranger

I watched from a distance as my husband handed him to her.  It was in slow motion.  I watched his hands leave the child as he lifted our son into her arms.  He was handing our son to a stranger.  I wanted to run and grab him but I was glued to the floor.  I felt petrified.  I thought I was either going to faint or throw up.  My hand fluttered to my mouth for a moment fearing I might scream out.  How could I go on?  Where would I get the strength?  This could not be happening.   Please, God -- let this only be a dream.  Tomorrow I will wake up and everything will be normal again.

When someone says it feels like her heart was in her throat, that is accurate.  My heart became so heavy it felt like there wasn't room in my chest cavity to hold it.  The heaviness moved to my throat and even my extremities, weakening my entire body.  I was fearful that my heart would implode, exploding on the inside from pressure, and yet wondered if that would bring some relief to the overwhelming state of heartbreak.  My loss consumed my thoughts.  Even when I was not thinking about it specifically, something would trigger a memory and the initial impact was felt once again.

In the months that followed, every time I saw a new baby or watched a child playing, I would cry.  I could not go down the aisle in the grocery store that sold baby food without breaking down.  Every time the telephone rang, I was hoping it was that 'woman' saying she had changed her mind.  Days turned into weeks, then months........ then years.  That was over forty years ago.   I’ll never forget our little boy.  

you were born of my heart

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