- 3 years ago
- Wedding: June 2015
I’ve had the craziest day of my life.
I’ve always known I was adopted, closed adoption so I knew nothing about my birth parents. This morning I woke up to a facebook message from a man asking if I was adopted, saying he found a posting on the adoption registry with my last name and DOB. Which was correct, I added myself to the registry when I turned 20, 5 years ago.
I replied to the message, told him that was my post. He told me about his daughters birth time, weight, length, and also the doctor and lawyer that handled the adoption. I’m from a very small place, after looking at birth records there were only 2 baby girls born in my town on my birthday, and one was 10 hours after me.
The man also had a picture of his daughter that was taken 3.5 hours after she was born, I compared it to the earliest picture I have of myself, which is about 2 weeks old, and it sure is the same baby. Same ears, exact same hairline, and the same massive chipmunk cheeks.
We went over a bunch more details, we’re both pretty sure I’m his bio daughter, we will be finding out 100% Monday morning by contacting the adoption center, if both the adoptee and parent want to know if there is a match there’s a bunch of paperwork and then you get your answer.
I grew up an only child, if this man is my father I have two brothers, a younger and an older one. That I went to school with and never knew. I also have 7, yes SEVEN half siblings.
It’s been an interesting day, an overload of emotions.
My mother doesn’t like when I bring up being adopted, or even ask any questions about my birth parents. Which makes me think she knows something but doesn’t want to tell me.
I just had to tell someone, I talked to SO about it, and got a lot of ‘holy shit’ while I filled him in on the days events after work. I’m not even sure why I’m putting this on here, it just needed to be expressed I guess.
Thanks for reading bees.