Hi all, I thought I'd put this in the fireplace rather than general poly discussions because here perhaps we can tell our adoption stories, for anyone who wants to.
I had a similar, "we chose you" and I imagined a room full of cots like you see on hospital TV shows, and them picking me out of a groupThat I'm adopted was never a secret. My "birth" story was always that my parents had picked me out.
Same, same, same!I'd been told I lived at the hospital for the first ten days and cared for by nurses.
I literally was sitting in my hospital room, the day after my son was born, and the only thing I could think about was how the hell my mother was ever able to give me up. Especially having lost a child to sudden infant death syndrome less than a year earlier.When I had my own children, I began to understand how emotionally cruel and damaging all of that would have been for my birth mother and for me, the newborn.