After my arrival everyone came to visit and I began to get settled in. Eating well, sleeping 12 hours at night, I was very content.
In 1992 the rules for adoption were a little different to what they are now. Even though mine was a closed adoption it didn’t mean all ties were cut once I was taken from my birth mother. For the first 8 months my Mom had to take photos of me which a social worker would collect and pass on to my birth mother. My Mom didn’t get to choose what photos to give, the social worker would just take whichever ones she wanted. If at anytime in those 8 months J decided she changed her mind and wanted her baby back she had that right. My Mom would cry to my Nan & my Dad ”How could she not take her back? She’s beautiful”, She says now that if it had come to that she probably would have run away with me. At that point, I was her baby, we were a family already, even if the state didn’t see it that way.
Fast forward 8 months to December. My day in court. All papers were signed, i’s dotted and t’s crossed. ”She’s ours” Mom cried down the phone to my Nan. We made the journey back to Waterford, our first as an ”official family”.
Waiting in the hallway when we got home was a card for me. ”Welcome home, Ellen”. To this day that part still make my Mom well up. It was final, they couldn’t take her baby away now.