As you can imagine I was an emotional wreak, young and so much alone by now. So after a few meetings with social workers I had to make a choice about what I was going to do.
On one hand I wanted to keep the baby. I mean she was my daughter and even though I had only known her for a short time I knew I loved her. If I keep her, could I give her what she needed? How was I going to support myself and her? Where was I going to live? So many thoughts were going on.
But on the other hand I was still young, I wanted to finish school. I wanted to go to university and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to if I keep her. Then there was the one other problem.
The father; I knew that if I went to SH’s family they would deny everything. (I hope I don’t offend anyone with this next comment) But he was from a strict catholic up-bringing and they would have said something along the lines of “not my boy he is a good boy” “He is still a virgin”. “He isn’t like that”, (you can get the picture).
So to cut a long story short, I ended up putting her up for adoption. It was a hard process to go through. But I went through it and I even came out at the other end.
I got to name her, and her parents kept her name. I got regular photos from the family keeping me informed about her. However as of late with this electronic world, I haven’t received as much. I got to choose a lot of things about her family. And a lot of things I didn’t bother with. But the one thing I did choose was that she not be an only child. I wanted her to have brothers and/or sisters to grow up with. And I must say all that I asked I got.
I did have doubts many times, before, during and after the process. Did I do the right thing? Was she safe? Was she loved? Was she having a happy childhood? And I am 1000% sure she did. And from what I can tell with all the past correspondence she has grown up to be a beautiful woman. And one day I hope that she will want to meet me and meet her half brother and sister
Ohh and by the way, my father did end up coming in to the hospital to see me, the day I was to go home. And the nurses made him go and see his grandchild and hold her. And in the end while she was in foster care he was the one that spoilt her and brought her many things and even spent time with her, before she went to her family. But in all this he never said we will help you if you want to keep her.
KP
No matter how long it takes everything works out in the end. 
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