In my case,the emotions were very similar, however my eighteen year old wasn't healthy and her pregnancy was planned. I was mad at her for being reckless. I was mad at myself for not doing something that I am not even sure I could've done. There was a moment when I looked her in the eyes and I could literally feel the joy she held deep inside and I was mad that I couldn't share that with her. As a mother of a daughter with Phenylketonuria (PKU) who had been told her whole life that she should consider adoption for her future because of all the risks involved, I was blind to see any joy in this up hill journey that we were all about to embark on.
I will continue to struggle every day to find the joy she so desperately wants to share with me simply because as her mother, I can't stop the fear that has taken a firm grip and continues to squeeze me tightly.
It's time to get ready for a new baby in the house and share the joy, because it's coming despite the risks and the fear!
