In 2013 and in 2017, I gave birth to two amazing children and I get to parent each child.
When I became pregnant in early 2020, I had just been introduced to fentanyl. I knew from the moment I became pregnant that I did not wish to raise this child.
Despite numerous scheduled appointments, I knew in my heart that I could not go through with an abortion.
Throughout the next eight months, as I never came to the nine-month mark, I struggled with emotional pain, physical abuse, and a drug addiction. My son, Alexander, was safe and growing beautifully throughout this entire time. God's hand was over us. Both my son and daughter were excited to have a baby, but they knew he would not be coming home with us.
The relationship with his adopted parents is everything I could ask for and more. I get to see him twice a year and I get monthly updates via Facebook. He calls me Mama Jess and he knows he has two other siblings. He will be two on Halloween.
