She sat on the floor and wept for her unborn son.
When my sister got home from her ultrasound yesterday, she put a tiny envelope containing a printout of a fetus on her bulletin board. “Baby boy, due October 7th” is now written on her calendar.
Internet, meet my nephew that will be adopted into a beautiful and lucky family in October.
I’m having bittersweet emotions processing this information. She’s making the best choice for herself and her 3 gorgeous girls. She’s giving him the best chance at a life that she may not be able to provide for him right now. My sister is not some teen mom who got pregnant the first time she had sex. She was married for 5 years, had 3 babies during that time and earned a Bachelor’s degree in psychology. She’s a smart cookie. She’s just not able to be a mom to another child right now.