‘I read his text message for what felt like hours. ‘I want a divorce.’ We were finalizing the adoption of our foster son, and our little family of 4 was supposed to live happily ever after.’

“She looked over at me and said, ‘You haven’t said much, your marriage must be perfect.’ I chuckled and quickly replied, ‘No, far from it.’ We received the call that would forever change our lives. ‘Hi Ashley, we have a woman who birthed a baby girl yesterday. She has chosen you and your husband’s profile.'”

‘I threw my baby in a dumpster. No goodbyes, no tears.’

“My hands shook as I grabbed a Dixie cup and gently scooped this little piece of flesh, my heart, my blood, from its watery grave. A moment later, I left the bathroom. My little burden wrapped in paper towels, and put it in my purse.”

‘David and I have been pregnant 8 times. ‘I just took a pregnancy test. It’s positive.’ I sat on the toilet staring at the positive test until my legs went numb. This was not a part of our plan.’

“Despite the odds, the ‘treatment’ was unsuccessful. Our little fighter continued to grow. Something in my gut didn’t feel right about a second injection, so I refused. I pushed her to keep looking. ‘Wait, what’s that?’ The doctor turned back towards the screen. I saw our little baby for the first time. I instantly wept.”

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