I adopted my son so my pregnancy lasted over two years with strangers coming and going, measuring rooms, checking the fridge and under the beds. Our visits were supervised, the adoption was constantly threatened by a mentally ill social worker until I involved a lawyer. Right up until the moment a judge made us a family, Lawrence could have been taken from me. I didn't get to name him. But when all was done, he was my son, certainly more mine than the woman who bore him.

Looking back, it was more like being in labor for two years. Looking back I would not have done anything differently. Motherhood was the best thing that ever happened to me.

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