Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I am a birthmother to a healthy, beautiful 1-year-old boy. Choosing to place him in an adoptive home was not easy for me; in fact it was probably the biggest sacrifice of my life, but I thank the birthmother on staff, and everyone else from the WPC who helped me along the way in making a tough but brave decision which turned into a very special gift for two kind and loving people in need.

This is how my story goes: one rainy night in mid-March I found myself at a drugstore comparing prices on home-pregnancy kits. I was a bit nervous about missing a period, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. I bought a box with two testers and took it home. When I took the first test, I was somewhat baffled by the results, so I took it again. Positive. I then broke down crying asking “Why me? Why now?” I called my ex and told him the sobering news. He said he would take me to a clinic and pay for an abortion. As it turned out, an abortion was not the easy solution that I thought it would be. I had a horrible experience at the family planning clinic and walked out at the last minute, literally. The nurse suggested I come back another day. Obviously, I never went back, even despite my ex’s constant nagging – he would call me up everyday and ask the same question: “What’s the hold-up?”

The hold-up was that there was a precious life form growing inside of me (both a scary and awesome feeling), and he or she deserved the gift of life, and it was at my mercy. As I approached my second trimester and my baby’s heart was beating strong, the doctors were confident that there was little chance of a miscarriage beyond this point. I figured it was time to think seriously about what the future held for us and how I could turn my situation into a more positive one. I wanted only the best for my child.

After searching around on the Internet for post-abortion horror stories (I actually had some guilt about not being able to go through with it!) I found WPC. It is a special and noble thing to be a birthmother and I’m sure my son will thank me one day. His parents thank me everyday.

-Elizabeth, Culver City, CA