I have 3 daughters: the oldest one is from my previous marriage. The second one is the one that is pregnant and she is the only child I had with my husband.
The third one…came into our lives in an unique way: 19 years ago, in a November morning, I received a phone call from someone informing me that my oldest daughter is pregnant. But not only that. I found out that my daughter was, at that moment, at a clinic to have an abortion. I froze instantly… I was trying to realize what was the worst: the fact that she was pregnant, at 18, without having a stable relationship, or the fact that she wanted to have an abortion? Then, the idea of abortion scared me badly, badly. I call her, praying to God, to answer. And, finally she answered. I was crying, imploring her to do nothing and to come home, so we could talk. And, like a miracle, she listened to me. She came home, we talk and decided to have the baby and place the baby up for adoption.
But, for me, something was not right. The baby was in my mind all the time: how to give the baby to someone else when the baby was my own flesh and blood?!
I spoke with my husband and we decided to adopt and raise that baby like ours.
And, exactly on the day I turned 40, SHE was born. The most beautiful gift that God sent me!
Why I told you this story: because, I was in a similar situation at that time, but my feelings were completely different. In fact, they were the exact opposite. Maybe, because not even for a second I did think about her, like my granddaughter. First she was my daughter’s baby, and after she was born, she was my daughter…I remember like yesterday, the excitement and the joy I had in my heart waiting for her to be born. I didn’t have such strong feelings when I had my daughters. Not even for one.
Now she is 18, and she is the only reason that I am alive after my husband’s death…And I know God sent her to me…