11 years ago today, I took advantage of the safe haven law in my state *confession update
My son was born in my apartment. It was just me, my younger sister, and my cousin who is two years older than me. I delivered a baby boy. He was around 6 pounds, we didn't have a proper scale so I don't know how much exactly. I don't know how far along I was when I delivered because I didn't have prenatal care and I didn't know I was pregnant for a while. I think I was around 36 weeks?
Anyway my cousin and I had come up with the plan to wrap him up and leave him at the fire station down the street.
I was able to finish high school and become a RN. I wonder about that little boy every day.
Do you think I'm awful?
Not even my husband knows about this. Only my little sister and cousin and me.
I really appreciate all the kind words people are giving me. I guess I expected to be bashed. It makes me uncomfortable though. People saying what a good thing I did. IDK I just wanted to get rid of the baby. I suppose from some people's point of view they think "thank God you didn't kill it" but really, I'm not a monster. I wouldn't kill a baby.
IDK, I'm certainly not a hero to that little boy. I just wanted him gone, so I dropped him off at the fire station. At the time I didn't feel like I was doing him a huge favor. I wasn't really thinking about him at all, that's why I feel so bad now.