This is a question for people have been involved in a private adoption?

Question

At the previous orientation she had said that it was fine if our spouse wasn't there but, they would have to go to the classes. Well my husband didn't go with me to the orientation because, the time before she said it was fine. Well she pulled me over to the side at the end and told me since my husband wasn't there I would have to take the class again. I was about in tears. I called a different county to see if I could go to a different county. Well they told me I needed a letter from the lady that was giving me a hard time. Yeah Right. That is when I finally realized she hadn't even let me get through the orientation even though I new it by heart there was no way we were ever gonna get a baby through them so I gave up. I am now trying to adopt privately

Answer 1

Hey Michelle,

If you want I can help you... Better we should have a chat through my mail you can mail me at [e-mail] will love to talk to you.....

Thanks

Linda

Answer 2

Gee, this sounds like an abbreviated 'dear birthmother' letter.

Why not adopted from FOSTER CARE, where children don't have mothers instead of trying to get a baby from their mother?

I don't doubt that, as another poster mentioned, a 'couple months counseling' at an adoption agency turned that young mother around.

You ought to do some adoption research:

http://www.nancyverrier.com/pos.php

http://www.adoptioncrossroads.org

http://www.origins-usa.org

http://www.babyscoopera.com

http://www.birthmombuds.com/pregnant_and...

A study of adoption:

http://www.angelfire.com/or/originsnsw/w...

http://rondidondi.wordpress.com/2007/10/...

Answer 3

A woman at my church simply put an ad in the local paper.  She met a wonderful teen girl who chose to keep the pregnancy, but didn't want the baby.  The woman thought it was "tacky" to put an ad in the paper, but she was desperate for a child.  The teen called the number in the ad, then the woman contacted her adoption agency who then contacted the teen girl.  They got everything set up legal-wise through the agency.  It worked well for her.  

I'm sorry I don't have personal experience, but I thought I'd at least try to offer some information.

Answer 4

After giving birth to my daughter, I almost died and we decided that rising my life (her mom) wouldn't be right. We figured that when she was 4 or 5 and in school, we'd foster to adopt a toddler.

I was at work and shared my birth story with someone I knew years previous and told her that we planned to foster to adopt years in the future. After a week or so she told me about her daughter who was preg. with a boy. I don't want to gvie too much detail, but 2 months later he was born and 2 weeks after that he was home.

It was a bit of a shock, my daugther was 14 months when he was born. He really is a blessing.

I can't say I know what it's like to wait for a baby, but I know what it's like to wait for finalization. I did a lot of praying. Not that we would "get" him, but that what was meant to happen would happen. I prayed for peace with everyone involved. Try not to be in a rush, when it's meant to be, it'll be. Focus on other parts of your life, and share your story, I don't know your faith, but I believe that when you share of your blessing, for the glory of God, he'll give you more to talk about.

good luck

Answer 5

I had applied to adopt through an adoption agency and was on a waiting list. My friends at work told a new pregnant employee who wanted to give her baby up for adoption about me. One of my friends introduced us and we became friends. After several months of counseling at the adoption agency she decided I could adopt her baby. I was with her in the labor and delivery room when "our" son was born many years ago. This was a private, closed adoption and we have not seen each other since he was born except for one accidental encounter when he was 18 months old. I have gone on to adopt four more children, three girls and another boy. I have met their biological parents and these too were closed adoptions.

ellie