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Gladney birth parents have those same thoughts and questions as they make an adoption plan for their babies.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Gladney Adoption</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc-PEXjUSKQ/SleSBrfXbCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vlR6o2ZYFLU/S220/gca_logo_349cmyk_2stk.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SamanthasAdoptionJournal" /><feedburner:info uri="samanthasadoptionjournal" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRnw_eSp7ImA9WxJVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-3528320843095366304</id><published>2009-06-29T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:26:57.241-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T16:26:57.241-05:00</app:edited><title>Gladney program helps birth mothers improve their own lives | News | Star-Telegram.com</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.star-telegram.com/news/story/1459696.html?storylink=pd"&gt;Gladney program helps birth mothers improve their own lives | News | Star-Telegram.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-3528320843095366304?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3528320843095366304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=3528320843095366304" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3528320843095366304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3528320843095366304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/HSTdKLdqW-4/gladney-program-helps-birth-mothers.html" title="Gladney program helps birth mothers improve their own lives | News | Star-Telegram.com" /><author><name>Gladney Adoption</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc-PEXjUSKQ/SleSBrfXbCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vlR6o2ZYFLU/S220/gca_logo_349cmyk_2stk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/gladney-program-helps-birth-mothers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNQHk5cSp7ImA9WxJVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-9176739497223984731</id><published>2009-06-29T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:59:51.729-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T10:59:51.729-05:00</app:edited><title>Graves: Abortion is a choice. So is adoption</title><content type="html">Before a woman chooses abortion, it is extremely important for her to take time to understand what is involved. Choices are available that have positive outcomes of unwanted pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.star-telegram.com/242/story/1458584.html" target="_blank"&gt;Read article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-9176739497223984731?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9176739497223984731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=9176739497223984731" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/9176739497223984731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/9176739497223984731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/bnRurO2vI7Q/graves-abortion-is-choice-so-is.html" title="Graves: Abortion is a choice. So is adoption" /><author><name>Gladney Adoption</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc-PEXjUSKQ/SleSBrfXbCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vlR6o2ZYFLU/S220/gca_logo_349cmyk_2stk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/graves-abortion-is-choice-so-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMQnc7eip7ImA9WxJQEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-2499319042126723164</id><published>2009-05-22T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:53:03.902-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T13:53:03.902-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this wonderful article in the Dallas Morning News about Gladney's newest program for birth moms, &lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/localnews/columnists/jfloyd/stories/DN-floyd_22met.1.ART.State.Edition1.50a0044.html"&gt;Next Steps&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-2499319042126723164?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2499319042126723164/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=2499319042126723164" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2499319042126723164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2499319042126723164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/S89OrVAGafE/check-out-this-wonderful-article-in.html" title="" /><author><name>Gladney Adoption</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="20" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kc-PEXjUSKQ/SleSBrfXbCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vlR6o2ZYFLU/S220/gca_logo_349cmyk_2stk.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-out-this-wonderful-article-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMEQnw-cCp7ImA9WxJQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-2170385690361599826</id><published>2008-06-15T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:06:43.258-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T10:06:43.258-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I opened the mailbox to see something from &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;Gladney.&lt;/a&gt; I could tell it was pictures &amp;amp; I knew it was my update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little hesitant to open it because Brit* forewarned me that I may not be able to recognize him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read the letter first they make it seem like he's so grown up already .The way they wrote the letter it made me feel like I was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I looked at the pictures... Brit* was right. Jake* was of course handsome, but he looked so different already. It made me cry... I just can't believe how much he changed in a month and a half. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He looks so happy with his parents and extended family. He's definitely going to have a ownderful life with Stacy*  &amp;amp; Brent*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so glad they are sending me updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-2170385690361599826?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2170385690361599826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=2170385690361599826" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2170385690361599826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2170385690361599826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/eu6NdGqVBLw/so-i-opened-mailbox-to-see-something.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-opened-mailbox-to-see-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYERXs5eSp7ImA9WxJQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-1439434610414867302</id><published>2008-06-10T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:01:44.521-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T10:01:44.521-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I want to move to Texas once I'm done with school. Maybe I'll become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt; with Britt* again. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd love to work in the PR dept at &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gladney&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/a&gt; I think they'd be a great company to work for. I feel like I owe them  for helping me through such a difficult time. But mostly I'd really just like to work there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd have to write Stacy* &amp;amp; Brent* if I chose to move back to Texas. I'd want them to know that I'm living there and at the same time, I don't want them to think I want anything from them. I'm not going to try &amp;amp; find them or threaten them as a family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I guess I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-1439434610414867302?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1439434610414867302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=1439434610414867302" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/1439434610414867302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/1439434610414867302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/IvrwOQ_qXLU/i-think-i-want-to-move-to-texas-once-im.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-want-to-move-to-texas-once-im.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AMQnk6cCp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-7519288752412086604</id><published>2008-06-06T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:56:23.718-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:56:23.718-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's weird... mom was there for me during the hardest time of my life and I greatly appreciate that. I feel we are closer now&amp;amp; that I can talk to her about anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that we're home, she's pushing me to register for school &amp;amp; get a job. I want to do it; I need to do it... but in my own time. I'm not quite ready to deal with new people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like sometimes mom &amp;amp; dad forget what I went through... they think I'm A-okay, because they don't see me cry myself to sleep just about every night. I don't want them to have to worry about me so I kinda let the emotions out when I'm alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that's wrong of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-7519288752412086604?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7519288752412086604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=7519288752412086604" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7519288752412086604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7519288752412086604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/BcwpB83EMy8/its-weird.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-weird.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSXg8cSp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-8962662662780839163</id><published>2008-05-24T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:52:48.679-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:52:48.679-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow I can't believe Jake* is one month old today. It feels like just yesterday was the day I welcomed him into this world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope he's doing okay. I hope Brent*&amp;amp; Stacy*are telling him how much he is loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-8962662662780839163?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8962662662780839163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=8962662662780839163" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/8962662662780839163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/8962662662780839163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/BDBg-3FzarU/wow-i-cant-believe-jake-is-one-month.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-i-cant-believe-jake-is-one-month.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBRXc-cCp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-4150018055752178317</id><published>2008-05-20T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:50:54.958-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:50:54.958-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... I had a difficult time today I got asked the dreaded question:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Do you have kids?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I automatically said no because I didn't fell like getting into the story of adoption... but as soon as I said no my heart hurt because I felt like I was denying Jake*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how to answer that question... mom says to answer with "I'm a godparent" I guess maybe that will work... I mean I believe God chose me to bring Jake* into this world for Brent* &amp;amp; Stacy*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-4150018055752178317?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4150018055752178317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=4150018055752178317" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4150018055752178317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4150018055752178317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/IGjZ18PP3bU/so.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCRX86eSp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-6065722251549872297</id><published>2008-05-17T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:47:44.111-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:47:44.111-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found a birth parent support group to attend I think it will be beneficial for me to go. I need to meet people around me who know what I'm going through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I finally finished the updated Jake* video. I burned a copy to send to him. I also sent Jake * a CD with all the little videos of me &amp;amp; him. I want him to have those so he can see the special moments we shared, because they will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-6065722251549872297?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6065722251549872297/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=6065722251549872297" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/6065722251549872297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/6065722251549872297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/PfiSadCPFJo/i-found-birth-parent-support-group-to.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-found-birth-parent-support-group-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIBRngzeSp7ImA9WxJQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-8196988321983725822</id><published>2008-05-13T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:09:17.681-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T10:09:17.681-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I talked to Britt* the other day. And wow she's in pretty bad shape. I know she got really attached to Ann* because she was in transitional for 30 days... and I know she was having a hard time coming back to &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;Gladney&lt;/a&gt;; that's why she never showed up for my visits to meet Jake*... I wish I lived closer to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It kinda makes me feel as if I'm cold hearted or something. I miss Jake * greatly, but I'm okay with my decision. I know he is in good hands, &amp;amp; I know he is loved very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe Kim was right... since I let my emotions out along the way. It makes things a little less emotional for me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's because I got a chance to form a friendship with Brent* &amp;amp; Stacy* and I'm confident in them as parent to Jake* &amp;amp; as friends to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I hope Brit* will be okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I hope I'm healing properly &amp;amp; that it's alright that I'm "okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-8196988321983725822?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8196988321983725822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=8196988321983725822" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/8196988321983725822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/8196988321983725822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/m2tS5hrgbdw/si-i-talked-to-britt-other-day.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/si-i-talked-to-britt-other-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYESHwzeSp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-470528649926384542</id><published>2008-05-10T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:28:29.281-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:28:29.281-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. Birthmother's Day. It's been a constant day of thinking about Jake*...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss him so much. I miss his smell I miss his little noises. I miss his handsome face his big feet, &amp;amp; his beautiful smiles. I miss holding him, playing paddy cake &amp;amp; singing to him...I wish I could hold him again...just have one more day with him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stacy* &amp;amp; Brent* emailed me to wish me a Happy Birthmother's Day. They also sent some pictures in the email. Naturally I cried when I saw them. But they all look so happy. They make a beautiful family. I'm in pain, but seeing those pictures of the three of them still makes me believe this was God's plan for me----to make them a family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-470528649926384542?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/470528649926384542/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=470528649926384542" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/470528649926384542?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/470528649926384542?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/DaMYzyYEqwE/sigh.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GSH08eSp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-3834636919774083287</id><published>2008-05-08T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:23:49.371-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:23:49.371-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's good to be home. To see my dad &amp;amp; family, to see the dog, to sleep in my own bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The weird thing is; I'm emotionally okay. Yes it's only been 5 days &amp;amp; I know it may hit me later, but for now I'm okay. I don't know if it's because the reality of things haven't quite caught up to me, or maybe because of my relationship with Brent* &amp;amp; Stacy*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly &amp;amp; honestly believe they are going to keep me updated on Jake*. And that they're going to raise Jake* with the knowledge of my existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my faith in them is why my heart is going to be okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-3834636919774083287?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3834636919774083287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=3834636919774083287" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3834636919774083287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3834636919774083287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/oTADQVSk5EM/its-good-to-be-home.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-good-to-be-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFQXcyeip7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-9082497751429238068</id><published>2008-05-06T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:18:30.992-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:18:30.992-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I.'m sitting on the plane... When we took off I started crying because I knew I was leaving Jake*, Stacy* &amp;amp; Brent* behind and who know if or when I'd get the pleasure of seeing them again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been fighting with myself on whether or not to tell friends where I really was &amp;amp; what I went through. I'm damn proud of Jake* and don't regret my decision. But at the same time, I don't think I'm ready to be judged if someone doesn't agree with adoption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'll make my mind up when the opportunity to tell someone arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-9082497751429238068?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9082497751429238068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=9082497751429238068" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/9082497751429238068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/9082497751429238068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/ZLOfButpk08/i.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQnw4eCp7ImA9WxJQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-5382315028163845790</id><published>2008-05-04T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:19:23.230-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T09:19:23.230-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss Jake* so much already. But I'm okay... or a maybe I'm trying to push the pain away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called some friends today &amp;amp; came to the realization I'm gonna be pretty lonely once I get home. This whole experience changed who I am as a person. and for the better. I realize there's a lot more important things than parties, getting together with friends, &amp;amp; worrying about the little things. I know I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I'm determined to finish school &amp;amp; make a better life not only for me, but so someday Jake* can be proud of me. If I don't make a better life for myself, then there was no point of doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adoption&lt;/span&gt;... I just need to focus on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-5382315028163845790?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5382315028163845790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=5382315028163845790" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5382315028163845790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5382315028163845790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/x0i0Jv0NPss/i-miss-jake-so-much-already.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-jake-so-much-already.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDQHg9eip7ImA9WxVTFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-7010399849330334510</id><published>2008-05-03T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:22:51.662-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-30T15:22:51.662-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still numb... I said my goodbyes to Jake*, I said my goodbyes to &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gladney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Kim  &amp;amp; Mary. It's been an emotional day, but I want to write about it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom &amp;amp; I had an hour with Jake* before placement. The visit was a quiet one. We just held Jake* cried &amp;amp; each took our time alone to talk to him. It was extremely hard. When mom gave me a chance to be alone with him, I tried to talk to him, but I couldn't get any words out. I just cried &amp;amp; held him as close as I could. Finally I got my emotions under control &amp;amp; I eventually was able to tell Jake* everything I wanted to &amp;amp; I sang our song "You Are My sunshine" to him one last time. When I saw Kim walk through the door, I felt my stomach drop &amp;amp; my heart ache... it was time to begin placement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before my placement day, I've been told numerous times that walking down the hall &amp;amp; into the room would be the hardest part. That wasn't true for me. It sounds weird, but i was excited to see Brent &amp;amp; Stacy*. I was a little nervous to walk through the door, but as soon as I opened the door &amp;amp; saw  S&amp;amp;B's * smiling faces, I was okay. They were so excited to see not only Jake* but also me. First thing I did was show off Jake* in his special "dress up" outfit with the blue mock vest , hat &amp;amp; bow tie. He looked adorable. I knew I had to give Jake * over to B &amp;amp;S* to hold. It was rough. But I knew that's where Jake* belonged. I showed B &amp;amp; S* the final scrapbook, treasure box, bear, recording &amp;amp; everything else I had for Jake*. My favorite song growing up was "Somewhere out there" from the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fiefel&lt;/span&gt; Goes West. So  in the Goodnight Moon book I wrote the quote "Somewhere Out There, Beneath the Pale Moon light. Someones thinking of Me &amp;amp; Loving Me Tonight" &amp;amp; wrote that every time I look at the moon, I'll be thinking of him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stacy &amp;amp; Brent* then gave me a beautiful necklace with two hearts, one silver, one gold, it's beautiful. To me it symbolizes the two different families or love that Jake* has. (I like it better than the adoption jewelry b/c S &amp;amp; B* picked it out just for me, so it's kinda more special) Stacy* then said she wrote me  a letter for later, but Brent* wrote me a poem he wanted to read. It was rough for Brent* to read out loud; he got choked up  a few times. I was doing okay until he started to read. The poem was titled "how do we say thanks" The poem is absolutely wonderful. I don't think Brent* will ever know how much it means that he wrote that just for me. It meant a lot that he and Stacy* weren't afraid to show their emotions in front of me. They were emotional. They were happy &amp;amp; that's okay. But at the same time, they respected the pain I was in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom read  "Legacy of an Adopted Child" &amp;amp; then I played my video. Everyone loved it. Finally it was time for Mom &amp;amp; me to say goodbye. Stacy * handed Jake* to mom so she could say goodbye. That's when my tears started to flow because I knew I was next. Stacy* saw the pain i was in &amp;amp; took me in her arms. I just hugged her &amp;amp; cried until mom handed Jake* over to me. He looked so handsome, all I could do was cry. I didn't know what to say... it was silent in the room, so everyone could hear what I was saying to him. All I could get out was how much I loved him. I gave him a hug &amp;amp; kiss then handed him to his mom &amp;amp; dad. I thanked Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* &amp;amp; gave Brent * a hug. When I gave Stacy* a hug, she whispered "I love you" in my ear which made me cry harder. I gave Jake* one last kiss, pleaded that they please take good care of him. I turned around &amp;amp; started crying so hard that I was shaking. Mom just hugged me &amp;amp; sorta had to give me a push to start walking out the door. I wanted to look back &amp;amp; say goodbye, but I knew it would hurt too bad to see Jake* again right then. Walking down the hall knowing I'm leaving without my son, it hurt so bad. My heart &amp;amp; body wanted me to  run back down the hall, take Jake* &amp;amp; scream that I change my mind. But my mind knew I was doing the right thing. It may hurt like hell, but it's what Jake* deserved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next I had to say goodbye to Kim. It was rough too. Where would I be without her? This is the woman that took me under her wing, listened to my crying &amp;amp; complaining. Allowed me to barge in when it wasn't my appointment time, &amp;amp; most importantly, helped me make a plan for my son's life. Kim's an amazing woman. I will be eternally grateful to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gladney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for the last time was bittersweet. A lot of drama, but also  a lot of friends. Jake* memories * Brent/Stacy* memories were made here. I honestly don't know where I'd be without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gladney&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When mom &amp;amp; I got in the car &amp;amp; started driving to her friends place in Dallas, it didn't take me long to read Stacy's* letter. It's just what I needed. To read her opinion about me &amp;amp; to know she considered me family... it's what I needed to hear after  saying goodbye to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom &amp;amp; I arrived at her friends place and after dinner I excused myself to my room to be by myself. I don't want my emotions to get in their way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-7010399849330334510?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7010399849330334510/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=7010399849330334510" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7010399849330334510?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7010399849330334510?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/vhhIyZ20sZ8/im-still-numb.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-still-numb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MNSXY_eCp7ImA9WxRaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-1872381618001176830</id><published>2008-05-02T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:11:38.840-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T16:11:38.840-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake* had a big day today. I had my last two hour visit with him. It was a somber visit. My mom &amp;amp; I just sat there holding Jake* &amp;amp; crying for a while. Mom was trying to be strong for me, but I know she can tell how much I'm hurting... even though I'm trying to hide it. Most of the visit, I sat on the couch with Jake* sleeping on my chest. It made me feel like I was really close to him and I could whisper how much I love him in his ear. Eventually mom &amp;amp; I got Jake* dressed in the outfit that said "handsome". He got placed in the bassinet &amp;amp; went out to the hall to wait for our guests.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake* met his parents today. I waited in the hall for Brent &amp;amp; Stacy*. When their caseworker walked them down the hall, I overheard her reassure Stacy* that everything will be okay. They both looked up at me and we all smiled. We all hugged. We knew it was going to be an emotional day. I first introduced them to mom. then I picked Jake* up &amp;amp; introduced Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* to their son. Stacy* cried as soon as she saw me pick him up. Brent* of course was being a man about it all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. They checked out his big feet &amp;amp; his adorable face. I handed him over to Stacy* &amp;amp; we all sat down on the couch. I could tell B &amp;amp; S*  were nervous. They probably felt as if mom &amp;amp; I were judging how they handled Jake*. Not that we were testing them, but if we were, S &amp;amp; B* would have passed with flying colors. Jake* just starred at Stacy's* face as if he were imprinting her face in his memory. She fed him, burped him, &amp;amp; sang to him. Brent* felt comfortable with Jake* too. I think it made mom feel good when Jake*was sleeping on Brent's* lap because Jake's* hands were up in the sign of a happy baby. There were a lot of tears shed between the 3 of us girls. Mom &amp;amp; I shared Jake* stories while S &amp;amp; B* questioned my mom to get to know her a little better. When the end of the visit was coming S &amp;amp; B* left us to say our goodbyes to Jake*. We made plans to meet up fro dinner. Mom &amp;amp; I told Jake* how much we loved him &amp;amp; then we said goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...that visit was good for me. I'm glad Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* agreed to it. Seeing them with Jake* tugged at my heart strings, but it helped me not only to get a lot of my crying out, but also it reassured me that I chose the right couple. they already loved Jake* so much &amp;amp; he felt absolutely comfortable with them. I should recommend this kind of visit to the other girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner was emotional, yet wonderful. It was a good chance for mom to bond with Stacy &amp;amp; Brent*. At first the conversation was light, just general info about each other. Mom shared some stories of me as a child. She also asked S &amp;amp; B* about the adoption process. Mom then proceeded to make me &amp;amp; Stacy* cry by saying that she doesn't want Jake* to think I didn't love him. She wants him to know I love him &amp;amp; that's why I made this adoption plan for him. She then thanked S &amp;amp; B* for being open to me meeting Jake* in the future if that's what he would want. She told them that she thinks I couldn't have chosen a better couple to be Jake's* parents and that she feels better because she knows Jake* will be with two people who will love him dearly. I think dinner overall was a success. I'm glad  mom &amp;amp; Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* got to meet one another. I wish dad could have been here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished my scrapbook &amp;amp; video. I got my basket together. The hardest part was recording my message to Jake*. How can you sum up everything you're feeling &amp;amp; thinking in one recording? How do you know what he's gonna want to hear in 18 years? or if he'll even listen to it... it took me many drafts &amp;amp; attempts to get through it without crying hysterically. I said what I wanted to say; my main point to make sure he knows that I love him dearly. That I did what I thought was best for him... I hope he understands one day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, please give me the strength and courage I need to get through Placement day tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-1872381618001176830?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1872381618001176830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=1872381618001176830" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/1872381618001176830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/1872381618001176830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/Hxyu_TjcbKE/jake-had-big-day-today.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/jake-had-big-day-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQXY6cCp7ImA9WxRaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-4291667363848907590</id><published>2008-05-01T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:35:40.818-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T15:35:40.818-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake* is absolutely  adorable in green. We had a wonderful visit today. This was a our last full visit together, so we cherished every second. I enjoyed taking videos of me playing and singing with Jake*. He cracks me &amp;amp; mom up with all his funny faces. He loves to complain with little noises. I think his favorite things are being rocked&amp;amp; being in his swing. Jake* is one week old today &amp;amp; he's fighting to try &amp;amp; hold up his head. He is going to be a smart boy, I can tell. Even though my heart hurts because I know I have to say goodbye to him in two days, it doesn't matter. He's always been able to make me smile no matter what has been going through my mind this week. I just can't explain how much I love him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom &amp;amp; I did some last minute errands tonight. I'm working hard on my video... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-4291667363848907590?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4291667363848907590/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=4291667363848907590" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4291667363848907590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4291667363848907590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/7wWCs-B0IfU/jake-is-absolutely-adorable-in-green.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/jake-is-absolutely-adorable-in-green.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NSXs-fyp7ImA9WxRaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-7216059329993118791</id><published>2008-04-30T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:28:18.557-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T15:28:18.557-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. Jake* looked so cute in his little pants outfit today. He really did look like a little man. Mom &amp;amp; I had a great visit today. Jake's* tummy was feeling better, so he was all smiles today. Literally. We got some great photos &amp;amp; videos of his many smiles. He's just too adorable. I enjoyed spending my time with him. I just love him so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave my plants to all the house moms &amp;amp; said my thank you's to them today. I know they don't hear it a lot because usually when a birth mom goes to them, it's with a complaint. But those house moms do everything to try and make our stay enjoyable. All of them were a great help to me and I just wanted them to know they are appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-7216059329993118791?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7216059329993118791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=7216059329993118791" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7216059329993118791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7216059329993118791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/YoRSBon9yOg/oh-my-gosh.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-gosh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHSXo5fCp7ImA9WxRaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-4284765309555745349</id><published>2008-04-29T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:22:18.424-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T15:22:18.424-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I packed everything up today. Mom arrived today. She came &amp;amp; picked me up for lunch. I don't think I've ever gotten such a big hug from her as I did when she first saw me. It was great to see her. We talked at lunch as if the past 3 months didn't happen. It was nice to be able to freely talk to my mom for the first time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were back at &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gladney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by 1:30 . I showed my mom the &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/facilities.php"&gt;dorm&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; then we waited for Mary to arrive with Jake*. I knew it was going to be an emotional day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I heard the knock at the door &amp;amp; saw Mary walking down the hall with my little man, I knew the tears were going to start. Sure enough I looked at my mom &amp;amp; she was already crying. I let her hold Jake* first. Her &amp;amp; Mary got along great. Mom couldn't get over how handsome Jake* was. Mary left us to our visit &amp;amp; there was a lot of silence. I was just watching mom enjoy her time with her grandson. I think she's cherishing every minute. I barely got to hold Jake*, but it was okay. He had some stomach problems because we had to change his diaper like every 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Mary said she might ask the Dr. tomorrow about changing the formula. This was the first time I really heard him cry. It broke my heart that he wasn't feeling good &amp;amp; I couldn't help him/ All we could do was hold him &amp;amp; ding to him. After Mary picked him up, my mom &amp;amp; I moved me out of the &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/html/pregnant/facilities.php"&gt;dorm.&lt;/a&gt; I was SO excited. W got onto the hotel &amp;amp; went shopping for a placement outfit for Jake*, gifts for the houseparents, Kim &amp;amp; Mary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels good to be out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-4284765309555745349?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4284765309555745349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=4284765309555745349" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4284765309555745349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/4284765309555745349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/iogQwDW1grs/i-packed-everything-up-today.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-packed-everything-up-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDQnw4eip7ImA9WxRbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-429048323960323061</id><published>2008-04-28T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:51:13.232-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T14:51:13.232-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;My visit with Jake* was wonderful today. Jesse* &amp;amp; Rachel* came to meet Jake* along with Amara. Jake* was an angel. No crying at all. Hew was perfectly content. I just can't get over how handsome he is. Amara* only stayed for a few minutes. Jesse* &amp;amp; Rachel* stayed the whole visit. I kinda wished they would have given me some alone time, but at the same time, I got some really good pictures of me with Jake*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow Jake* will be introduce to Grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-429048323960323061?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/429048323960323061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=429048323960323061" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/429048323960323061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/429048323960323061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/RBesTpAOPJ8/my-visit-with-jake-was-wonderful-today.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-visit-with-jake-was-wonderful-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARXY_eip7ImA9WxRbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-7301213751670694443</id><published>2008-04-27T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:45:44.842-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T14:45:44.842-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept so good last night. I think it was a mixture of my emotions I'm going through &amp;amp; the fact that I still haven't caught up to the exhaustion of giving birth...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up knowing that it's going to be a rough morning. I met with Kim today to sign my papers. Yes I officially signed my parental rights away today. I thought I'd be okay because I've read through the sample papers several times to prepare myself. Yeah... It didn't help. Actually hearing Kim say things like"it's in the child's best interest that this child-parent relationship is terminated permanently".---- It hit you like a ton a bricks. I think I was trying to be strong &amp;amp; hold it in, but when Heather looked at me and reassured me that it's ok to cry, I lost it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is what I needed to do, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less. I'm going through this pain to give Jake* the best life possible, I know that. They could have been a little nicer with the words in the legal documents...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had my first visit with Jake* at Gladney today too. I was so excited when I saw Mary walking down the hall with him.  Mary ended staying most of the visit  talking with me about everything. I'm so glad me &amp;amp; Jake* got her for transitional care! When Jake* &amp;amp; I were alone, Jake* got his first ride in a swing &amp;amp; he loved it. We also played paddy cake &amp;amp; itsy bitsy spider. Then we just rocked in the rocking chair while I told him again why I'm sharing him with Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* and how much I loved him. Eventually Mary came to pick him up &amp;amp; we said our goodbyes, I was okay because I knew I would see him again tomorrow..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I called Brent &amp;amp; Stacy* to tell them about my first visit with Jake* &amp;amp; that I signed my papers. They already knew about the papers. They offered to pay for me to stay at a hotel until my mom comes Tuesday.. I would have jumped on the offer, but I wouldn't have a way of getting to my visits. And I wasn't about to miss out on my Jake* visits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-7301213751670694443?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7301213751670694443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=7301213751670694443" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7301213751670694443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/7301213751670694443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/184p1wPhaoE/i-slept-so-good-last-night.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-slept-so-good-last-night.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BRn8-eCp7ImA9WxRbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-5131478392074842901</id><published>2008-04-26T14:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:37.150-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T14:27:37.150-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up early this morning to have Jake* delivered to my room. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. We had a great day singing &amp;amp; looking at the trees through the windows. I'm amazed at how peaceful he is. Since he was born, i haven't really heard him full-out cry. He whimpers &amp;amp; complains. He makes the cutest sounds and he's very alert. he doesn't sleep much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am in so much pain, but it didn't even matter once Jake* came into my room. I was focused on him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving the hospital was absolutely devastating. It hurt so bad to leave Jake* behind. To see a mother leaving with her newborn the same time as me was heart wrenching. It was like someone stabbed me in the side, it hurt like hell. Why does she get to keep her baby? It's not fair. When we pulled away from the hospital, I kept looking backwards because I felt like I left a huge part of me behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arriving back at the dorm was pure hell. I was so glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandrine&lt;/span&gt; was the weekend houseparent. Amara* greeted me to our room with a smile even though we had our differences the day I left. As soon as Cynthia left me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sandrine&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; Amara* alone I broke down in tears &amp;amp; fell into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandrine's&lt;/span&gt; arms. She knew it was hard for me to leave Jake* behind. The rest of the day I shared pictures with Amara* &amp;amp; talked to Rachel* about the labor process. Then I just been keeping to myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If it hurt to leave Jake* at the hospital, I can't even imagine what placement day will be like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-5131478392074842901?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5131478392074842901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=5131478392074842901" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5131478392074842901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5131478392074842901?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/cQrMi2R5ryw/i-woke-up-early-this-morning-to-have.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-woke-up-early-this-morning-to-have.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMBQXw9cCp7ImA9WxRbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-2942489813948863905</id><published>2008-04-25T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:40:50.268-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T15:40:50.268-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh man. The pain down below has intensified today. It hurts to sit, walk, or lie down. It's been a busy day. Kim came to visit with Jake* &amp;amp; me, She said he was handsome. When she left, I spent some quality time with my baby boy. I just lied with him in the hospital bed, &amp;amp; we talked. Jake* passed his hearing test today. He got to meet Crystal too. She came to visit me for awhile. While she was here, Jake* "got his first official photo" taken. Heather came to visit &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandrine&lt;/span&gt; called. Like I said... busy day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just about had a heart attack when I was feeding Jake*. He spit up &amp;amp; started turning blue. I tried to suction, but it didn't help. Luckily a nurse cam e&amp;amp; helped. I started crying hysterically. The rest of the day Jake* &amp;amp; I just lied down with one another. Tonight was the first time I sang him "You are my sunshine". I sang it to him while he was in my tummy, but it's more special now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B &amp;amp; S* sent me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to be discharged today, but Dr. Irwin extended my stay since Jake* has to stay one day longer than usual because of his fever. At least I get one more day with him before moving back into the dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-2942489813948863905?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2942489813948863905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=2942489813948863905" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2942489813948863905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/2942489813948863905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/eHE_ChwLGLI/oh-man.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ACQ3cycSp7ImA9WxRbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-5784559664505985041</id><published>2008-04-24T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:29:22.999-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-03T15:29:22.999-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the World&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jake Lee*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7.15lbs 20.5 inches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This morning was kinda slow I didn't feel anything at all. I had my epidural before Dr. Irwin broke my water. The epidural worked wonders. I honestly didn't fell anything until around 4:15pm, when I got the sudden urge to use the restroom. Mary said it was the baby;s head putting pressure on my pelvis. Suzy checked me  &amp;amp; sure enough I was dilated to a 10. She went to get Dr. Irwin... Suzy &amp;amp; Lynn made start doing practice pushes at 4:30pm. I did &amp;amp; she told me to stop, but I couldn't , sure enough Dr. Irwin got there &amp;amp; I pushed three times &amp;amp; then I heard the most beautiful baby's cry. Jake* was born at exactly 5:00pm. Only 30 minutes of pushing? not bad! It really didn't even hurt to much. Getting stitched up was worse. But I didn't care about the pain... I was too focused on the beautiful baby boy I just brought into the world. Absolutely amazing. i only got to hold him for a minute because he was born with slight fever. But I tell you what, that one minute was the most magical moment of my life. Getting to meet the little man who's been inside me for the past 9 months, I can't explain it. I never  knew you could love someone so much. Holding him for that one minute reassured me I'm doing the right thing for him. I can't give this little one the life he deserves, but his soon to be parents can. Well, I'm gonna call the parents, boyfriend, B&amp;amp;S*, etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He is so beautiful. It seemed like forever until Jake* was able to be with me again. At least it gave me time to eat my Wendy's that Mary got me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I got to talk to mom &amp;amp; dad. and Shane*... but he aggravates me. I don't care what guy Jake* looks like. He's beautiful, and I love him regardless of who his father is or isn't. I moved rooms. I'm in a nicer recovery room. Jake* was finally able to join me shortly after 9pm. He was all wrapped up in his blankets with a white hat on. But her was wide awake. His little toes were poking out of the blanket, which gave me a chance to look at his big feet the Dr.Irwin proclaimed he had when he was born. and holy cow , they are huge. I just sat there holding him as close as I could. I think I just stared at him. It's just so hard to believe he was the little guy kicking me from the inside. And it's hard to come to terms that I only have a week with him. I'm already telling him how much I love him &amp;amp; why I'm sharing him with Stacy &amp;amp; Brent *. I know it's impossible, but I like to believe that one day Jake* will be able to remember the time we spent together. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stacy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Brent * and tell them about Jake*. I refused to let their caseworker call them. Stacy answered, I told her all about my basically painless birthing process. I shared how beautiful Jake* was and I told her that he's already a happy baby with a story about how 3 minutes after being born &amp;amp; I was handing him back to the nurse, he smiled at eh two of us. She said it's because he's a special boy. She also said that her and Brent* are proud of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; felt good to hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After talking with them I needed to say my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;good nights&lt;/span&gt; to Jake*. I'm so tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-5784559664505985041?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5784559664505985041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=5784559664505985041" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5784559664505985041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/5784559664505985041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/v2hmdSLcQ5k/welcome-to-world-jake-lee-7.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-world-jake-lee-7.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ESHc7eCp7ImA9WxRbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535237736545046283.post-3211181397926695056</id><published>2008-04-23T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:20:09.900-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-02T15:20:09.900-06:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the day has come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will go to the hospital with Heather at 5:00pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will write more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; Jake* has arrived!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish Me Luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1535237736545046283-3211181397926695056?l=samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3211181397926695056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1535237736545046283&amp;postID=3211181397926695056" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3211181397926695056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1535237736545046283/posts/default/3211181397926695056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SamanthasAdoptionJournal/~3/JJqAIi9cEmo/well-day-has-come-i-will-go-to-hospital.html" title="" /><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06201506916324211875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://samanthasadoptionjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-day-has-come-i-will-go-to-hospital.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

