I, too, am
an exiled mother (reunited with MY son). In 1969 I was unwed and
pregnant....and according to my father...an embarrassment (after
all what would the neighbors think?). The next call I received
was from the birthfather's attorney referring me to a maternity
home. I wanted my baby.
'the Cradle' in August of 1969 where I was 'placed' in a private
household where I was told I was to care for the family's children.
Child care also consisted of washing, ironing, cleaning, cooking
and general all around maid duty.....after all, I deserved no
better. I was told my baby would be placed in a good home with
TWO parents. I was told I'd forget and go on to have children
of MY OWN.
While in labor
I asked the doctor for something to help with pain. I heard a
doctor and a nurse talking in the hall and the doctor told the
nurse and I QUOTE: "She is an unwed mother. Let her hurt.
She deserves it." I heard my baby cry but they didn't let
me see him...I was placed in a private room...the only visitors
received were the woman who's home I had resided and the social
worker from 'The Cradle'
who's house I lived in promptly told me how inconveinent my timing
was because she had to prepare Thanksgiving dinner by herself.
The social worker brought in my baby boy's blank birth certificate
in told me to sign it...that it would be filled out later for
his REAL parents. I had time and went to the Cradle nursery and
asked to hold my baby..They did not like this..but I held him,
kissed him, told him that I loved him.... (I wanted to run with
him). They told me I'd forget (I didn't) they told me I'd get
on with my life.
I am now
reunited .... but am not united ... My son has made it perfectly
clear that his adopters are his only parents. Everytime
he calls his adoptive mom "Mom" in my presence I hurt
so bad inside that I want to vomit. I love you Mike. I always
have and always will.