A Little History
As some of you may or may not know, I was adopted as a baby. You probably wouldn't guess it by how similar I look to my parents and brothers...or how I share so many personality traits with my parents.
My brothers were approximately 10 and 11 years old when I was adopted - they (and my parents) were over-the-moon with excitement about my arrival. So, as you can imagine, I was a little bit spoiled as the youngest AND only girl. It wasn't until I was a little bit older that I became the annoying sister, right boys? ;)
I've had the most amazing parents and brothers. I've had a fantastic life with them and my extended family, which now includes a husband and son (side note: they are awesome).
I don't remember a distinct moment where I found out I was adopted. It was something we talked about openly, and it was even something we celebrated each year! We celebrated my adoption day every year and gave thanks for the wonderful home I was in, not having any indication of what the alternative would have been.
As time went on, I became increasingly curious about my history, especially in terms of medical health history. My mom and I had both attempted to locate my birth mother on many occasions, without success. I grew frustrated when I would visit my doctor annually and they would ask about my family's medical history. The older I became, the more I realized it was an important missing piece that I was not ready to give up on, but I was unsure of what to do.
Fast forward a few years...in 2014, my grandparents were living in a long-term care facility and my mom happened to notice that their nurse's last name was the same as my birth mother's. My mom asked the nurse if she knew her, and the nurse shared that they were cousins and that my birth mother was not in good health.
My mom and I discussed the possibilities, and after a quick google search, I found a phone number listed online that claimed to belong to my birth mother.
My brothers were approximately 10 and 11 years old when I was adopted - they (and my parents) were over-the-moon with excitement about my arrival. So, as you can imagine, I was a little bit spoiled as the youngest AND only girl. It wasn't until I was a little bit older that I became the annoying sister, right boys? ;)
I've had the most amazing parents and brothers. I've had a fantastic life with them and my extended family, which now includes a husband and son (side note: they are awesome).
I don't remember a distinct moment where I found out I was adopted. It was something we talked about openly, and it was even something we celebrated each year! We celebrated my adoption day every year and gave thanks for the wonderful home I was in, not having any indication of what the alternative would have been.
As time went on, I became increasingly curious about my history, especially in terms of medical health history. My mom and I had both attempted to locate my birth mother on many occasions, without success. I grew frustrated when I would visit my doctor annually and they would ask about my family's medical history. The older I became, the more I realized it was an important missing piece that I was not ready to give up on, but I was unsure of what to do.
Fast forward a few years...in 2014, my grandparents were living in a long-term care facility and my mom happened to notice that their nurse's last name was the same as my birth mother's. My mom asked the nurse if she knew her, and the nurse shared that they were cousins and that my birth mother was not in good health.
My mom and I discussed the possibilities, and after a quick google search, I found a phone number listed online that claimed to belong to my birth mother.
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