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There's a woman out there who thinks the baby I am carrying is meant to be hers. She's fairly convinced and has rallied troops of friends to comfort her in this time of loss since I haven't stepped forward to place this child with her. I have to avoid her every Sunday - bowing my head and easing through crowds to my car. She's neat, full of life, a good person but she's lost to me forever now - because it's up to me.

The pastor at my church - it's pretty clear to see he isn't for me. He brought up adoption to me in the first place but I have come to believe it was only to shock me into changing my mind about my marriage. His sympathies aren't with me - ready to jump on any chance to find bitterness or strong-woman revoltings in my behavior. It's hard to love someone who isn't maternal enough to "keep" I guess. Everything he ever "knew" about me is washed away in the knowledge he now has - I've made this choice.

There's a man at the agency that we call my councilor - a good man who cares for his wife and children and is thrilled with all I have to say. He agrees with me and supports me but considering we came together because I had chosen adoption in the first place, how objective could he be? Can he really know me and see me and still think it's the right choice? Objectivity is lost because I came to him with a choice.

There's a man out there who is convinced it all started to go wrong because I let myself think about breaking a vow. If only I would have compromised. If only I hadn't held up standards he wasn't prepared to live by. If only I would swallow it all and let him come back into my home and support him - if only... then I would never have chosen this. He judges me selfish because I have chosen something better for this life not yet born.

I have a family out there that loves me. The simple words of my mother tell the whole story. "This child could never have a better mother than you." I am thankful for the love - but how can they support a choice that gives something of theirs away.

There is a couple out there. Although they have my words on pages and our faces in pictures they don't believe in us. They've lost a placement before and have learned to guard their hearts. Until a child sleeps peacefully in their home with all the world shut out, they won't believe it. I've chosen them but they can't embrace me - because it's all about that signature on the line at the time I place. And that's not real yet. My intentions aren't enough.

Co-workers either call me a heroin or look at me with eyes that say they are sure they will never see me whole again. Not after I have done that which I peacefully say I intend to do.

An adoptive mother approached me this weekend and begged me to reconsider my decision. She's adopted nine children - yes that's right. She felt compelled to advise me for the sake of my half-grown daughter, she believes in adoption but is sure it can't be the right choice for me.

I'll reconsider. Don't I reconsider every day? I can't help but hear the voices calling their judgments to me. But this isn't a game show where in my uncertainty I call a friend, an expert to help me choose an answer.

I am not calling out, but the calls they come in. One from a friend came today saying "Are you okay, I know this is a hard time for you - let me know if I can do anything".

You can't do anything.

I thank you for your words, stranger, friend, co-worker, mother, councilor, leader, and birthfather. I hear all your words, I do. But at the end of the day it's this child and I who lay down together in deep silence - our spirit's intermingling.

In the end it will be me who brings this little one without a voice into the world. It's me and no one else will make this choice. I am the mother and I am responsible. No other voice is meaningful to me because in the end it is only this child to whom I will have to answer.