September 25, 2021
Despite my grandmother's efforts to have my mother’s pregnancy terminated, I survived. 27 years later I met my biological mom.
My mother, Eva, was only 16 years old when she found out she was pregnant. Her lover, and my so-called father, was an irresponsible adolescent who had abandoned her after she became pregnant because he believed he was “too young” to be a parent.
My mother initially tried to hide her pregnancy from her parents, but it got increasingly difficult as her baby bump grew. Her parents were understandably enraged when they discovered their adolescent daughter was pregnant and began blaming her.
My mother cried and begged them to let her have me, but my grandma was determined to terminate the pregnancy. However, life does not always go as planned. When my grandmother and mother went to the doctor, they were told it was too late to terminate the pregnancy.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can help you,” the doctor said. Her name was Amanda Miles. “You should have come sooner.”
My grandmother gave her a stern look. “I don’t care how you do it, but I don’t want my daughter to have this child! You will have to get rid of it!”
“I already told you that’s not possible, ma’am,” Dr. Miles explained. “However, we have a nursery home where abandoned children are taken care of. You can leave the child over there after birth.”
“What! No way!” Granny retorted. “If the child survives and someone finds out, our family’s reputation will be ruined.”
“But ma’am, if we carry out the procedure now, it can be risky for the mother. Plus, she’s a teenager. Please don’t make hasty decisions,” Dr. Miles explained.
“Well, doctor, I haven’t studied medical science to determine what’s wrong and what’s right medically; all I know is that my daughter will not have this child!!” Granny said.
“It’s going to be risky for the mother too, ma’am. Please understand!”
“You have to...” Granny started speaking, but mom cut her off. “Enough, mom! I've already told you that I don’t want to terminate the pregnancy! I want to have this child.”
My mother almost broke down in front of the doctor. She begged my grandmother again to let her have me, but granny was adamant about terminating the pregnancy, and my mother had to give in.
Dejected, Dr. Miles carried out the procedure, but miraculously, I survived. However, she did not hand me over to my mother after birth because she knew I wouldn’t be taken care of. Instead, she and her husband decided to adopt me.
They gave me love and cared for me like a parent does for their biological child. In fact, when I turned 18, they told me the truth that I was adopted and my biological mother had left me because of unfortunate circumstances.
Since the day I learned that my biological mother loved me and wanted to have me despite her family’s disapproval, I was dying to meet her. So one day, I went to the only mom I knew, Amanda, and asked her about my biological parents. She gave me an old address from somewhere, but when I got there, I discovered that Eva's family had moved to a different city.
I asked everyone in the area about her family and where they were from, but they all said that she and her family had left town a long time ago.
Several years passed like that, but I couldn’t find my biological mother. I tried everything I could; I searched her on Facebook, discovered her college, and got her information, but none of it was helpful.
Honestly, I had given up hope that we would meet again, but then I received a call from Amanda one afternoon. “Can you please come to my clinic, Beth? After I finish work, we can go wedding shopping together. And there is someone I would like you to meet.”
“Sure, mom!” I replied. “I’ll be there soon! But who wants to meet me?”
“I’ll tell you when you come here, Beth. Just come as soon as possible.”
I quickly booked a cab and headed for my mom's clinic. But when I got there, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing in front of me was Eva.
“So, how did you like the surprise, Beth?” Amanda asked.
“This...This can’t be...” I couldn’t finish my sentence. It turns out, Eva had contacted my mom after 27 years, and she came to meet me. I broke down when I saw her.
“I can’t believe it’s you! I've been wanting to meet you!” I ran over to her and hugged her.
Eva couldn’t contain her tears either. She hugged me tightly and burst out crying. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you, Beth. I wasn’t doing well after I left you, and it took several years for me to recover and get back on my feet.
“My parents had forced me to leave town, but I knew you’d be in good care. I had promised Dr. Miles that one day I would see you again. I’m sorry it took a bit long. I’ve been a terrible mother.”
“Please don’t say that! You never wanted to abandon me. The circumstances were such that you didn’t have a choice!” I said.
Amanda couldn’t hold back her tears when she saw us like that. So, it was basically the three of us weeping our eyes out. At one point, a nurse approached us and asked if we were all right. Now you can imagine how badly we were crying.
Anyway, after that visit, Eva, who I now call mom too, moved in with us. She was working as a teacher in another city, but after we met, she left her job to spend more time with me. She and Amanda got along well, so she had no issues with us spending time together.
On my wedding day, I walked down the aisle with my mothers. I am so glad both of them attended my wedding. I couldn’t have asked God for a better gift.
Oh, by the way, as I write this, I also want to share a life update with you. This year, I gave birth to a baby girl, and I’ve named her Ava; this combines the few characters of my adoptive mother’s name Amanda and my biological mother’s name Eva. Unlike my grandmother, Ava’s grandmothers adore her. She is indeed fortunate to have them by her side.
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