Returning home to live with my family in the town I had gone to high school in wasn't easy and it didn't get any easier with the news of my unplanned pregnancy. But I found that things happen for many reasons, often unseen at the time.
If I had stayed in Jersey throughout my pregnancy and delivery I would never have found the people who helped me through every step and heart ache.
An honor? Those words amazed me. Here I was 22, unemployed, and pregnant yet someone was honored to help me.
At every new step there she was with a hug and words of wisdom that I came to rely on. She met the adoptive parents the same weekend I did for the first time. She even attended the Entrustment Ceremony that we had for the Squirt.
In nine months she went from just my doctor to a woman I cherish and admire in and out of the office.
My family showed an out pouring of support, each in their own special way - a way that they could feel comfortable. From frequent hugs to clothing to words of praise and support to braving their own heartaches to help with the squirt's arrival.