This is part one of my thoughts, my experience with our adoption agency and with our first attempts at adoption. If it rambles, I apologize but it would be damn near impossible for me to just tell you about how rotten adoption agencies are if I didn't tell you how I came to learn about them and see first hand how they operate.
Hopeful adoptive parents are fed crap from the moment they start thinking about adoption. The first phone call to the agency starts out so wonderful. I call it the appetizer or better yet, the Pao Pao platter (pronounced Poo Poo). “Oh, we are so glad you called, we look forward to helping make your dreams come true”; “Once a couple decides on adoption they feel a huge burden lifted from their shoulders”; “We would love to tell you about the wonder birth mothers that we work with”.
Then you meet with them and you get more of the Why We Are The Best, this being the main course. This is where the feed you the lines, “Our birth mothers undergo a lot of counseling and support before we even match them with you, that way we know they are very committed to the adoption plan and it is less risky for our adoptive couples”; “We prefer not to match a birth mother until she is her last trimester because we want her to feel the baby and know what she is giving up”. (Oh, so all you have to do is feel a 6 month old fetus and you can comprehend the loss).
”Open adoption is what we strive for, but you’ll have to determine what you and the birth mother are able to handle”. We were even told that “Most birth mothers back off after a few months; they want to move on with their lives, once they know the child is safe and happy”. This was from an adoptive mom who worked for the agency. “Our birth mothers are counseled so much that they almost begin to feel more like surrogates than birth mothers”.
After the main course comes, Hopeful Adoptive Parents Desert A La Mode! “Our match times are between six months to 9 months, but a cute, young couple like you with a stay-at-home-mom, well you guys will be gobbled up fast by a birth mom”; “you’re profile will be so active and I’m sure the right birth mother and the baby meant to be yours will find you in no time”.
Here is the worst part… I bought it….I ate it…. and I liked it! I regurgitated to my family and close friends what I had been fed by the adoption agency. I thrived on the words they said. I read their brochure over and over again. I also checked with the BBB (what a joke) and I questioned the agency about the things I had heard about them, the negative things that you can find out about any agency if you even barely look. They answered all my questions with reasonable explanations. I also asked to speak with clients of theirs; sure enough the agency gave me phone numbers for 4 or 5 couples who had recently adopted who were similar to us in age, same budget for birth mother expenses, race options, etc., to speak with. I called two of them and both couples raved about the agency care. When I asked about how it was to deal with the birth mothers and the hospital situation and all that, one new mom said, “Oh it’s not fun, but you get through it and once you have your baby you won’t care”. Well, of course, my pee brain thought, of course it would be hard, but it will be okay because I’ll be a mom”.
After the meal is digested and you’ve been patiently waiting for the agency to call with a match you begin to wonder if you did enough research. You start to go to adoption forums and read things written by birth mothers. Oh no, this can’t possibly be what happens with MY agency. They have counselors and support and they screen the birth mothers to make sure they know what they are doing.
Finally you get the call. You’ve been chosen by a birth mother from Texas due in 5 months. What? Wait, 5 months, that means she’s just barely into her second trimester. I questioned the “birth mother counselor”, “I thought you didn’t match birth mothers until they were in their last trimester”? “Oh well” she replied “She’s had a child already so she knows what pregnancy is like and what to expect”.
Me: chomp, chomp, chomping on what I had heard, dissolving it in my mouth, calling everyone with the good news, prefacing it with, “but she can change her mind until after the baby is born”. I showed ultra sound photos of the little blob that I thought would be ours and I spoke with the expecting mother. Oh what a sweet girl she was. Very open, talkative and not shy. At one point in the conversation, after speaking for about a month she said something to the effect of giving up her baby. I told her that, “she’s placing her baby, not giving up” (yes, I said those words). She said, “well, it is a gift”. To which I replied, “No, it is a baby, not a gift, you don’t choose adoption because you want to give a gift”. I forget what she said after that. I felt terrible for what I had sad. Now, looking back I’m proud of what I said. The next day she called and told us she had decided to keep the baby. I told Alex it was all my fault, that I had said the wrong things to her. I kept thinking I didn’t say anything that was wrong and if that kept her from placing than it wasn’t meant to be. Then I would think, stupid, stupid me I probably hurt her feelings.
Back to waiting. Back to the message boards and forums. Tasting little by little the other side of adoption. The side that I didn’t get from our agency. The scary side, the dark side the side that was filled with broken hearts and horrible tales. But before I could immerse myself completely, boom, the phone rang, another match. The “birth mother counselor” said, “This one is really a for sure deal, as for sure as I’ve ever presented to a couple”. She is 34, married, but not to the birth father. She has placed six kids, all at birth, prior to this one. She has two teenage children (her first two). There are some legal issues because the husband is recognized by the law as the father, even though he was in jail when she got pregnant. “Birth Mother Counselor” told me, “We can’t handle the legal part of this, you’ll have to hire outside counsel”. The husband was not going to agree to the adoption. I did my homework, and found out the bastard husband was in prison for raping her 12-year-old daughter. He plead guilty to sexual penetration of a child under 13-years-of-age, multiple counts of contributing to the delinquency of a minor and a few counts of sexual misconduct with a child under 13-years-of age (I think that was the wording).
He did 9 ½ months in jail. The second he was released, a week before the expecting woman (I won’t call her a mother) was due to come to California, she took him back and sent her now 13-year-old little girl to live with grandma. She kept the baby boy that we wanted to love and raise and now he calls the rapist daddy.
Many of you who have been reading my blog for the past couple of years remember this story and remember how much pain Alex and I were going through. I called Child Protective Services to report the fact that this child rapist was about to live with a minor child, I called his probation officer and did all that I thought I could to protect that poor baby. But in most peoples eyes I was just a sour hopeful adoptive mom. Which, in a way I was, but my heart will always carry a piece of that baby boy. I wasn't as upset for us as I was for the children kept by that woman. I hope the children she placed for adoption are doing better than the ones she decided to keep. I think about him often, wondering if he is healthy and safe hoping that he could have had a daddy like Alex instead of the monster who will raise him. I hate that woman. She is not a mother.
Soon I'll post part two. Part one has drained me!
I also wrote this as a comment from the last post but I didn't want Mpjjj to miss it.
The reason I know this person knows me and is from our agency is:
A.) she used my real first name
B.) a person who investigates adoption agencies emailed me and told me to google her email address. When I did her real name came up. She is our agency's lead attorney's secretary.
Yeah, it's for real! I'm screwed! I have actually chest pains from this.