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.

On February 8, 2003, I aborted my 8-week old son. My boyfriend told me that it would actually strengthen our relationship; that we would grow stronger from the experience. He also told me he wasn’t ready for a child, and that it would ruin his career. I granted his wish. Two days after the abortion, I ended up in counseling. One month later, my boyfriend left me. My counselor suggested I talk to someone who had been through the same experience, and she found WPC on the internet. I quickly set my first appointment, and my life has never been the same.

When I found out I was six weeks pregnant, I was homeless, unemployed and slipping into a fierce depression. I had recently resigned from my position at a wonderful non-profit working with the homeless in Skid Row to pursue other professional venues. Three weeks of sleeping on a friend’s floor was taking its toll on me both physically and emotionally as I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of one year and forced to move out of our shared apartment.