Her name is Kate. She is the mother of my son. She is an addict. She changed who I am.
Pursuing adoption is not an easy adventure. Our adventure began with a woman named Kate, addicted to heroin, homeless and pregnant. She was faced with the decision to choose adoption for her child or have her child placed with children protective services. Having three other children already, who were being raised by her mother, she chose a private adoption.
I met Kate in the foyer of the hospital; she was high. I hugged her and as we rode the elevator upstairs, we made small talk. She was nervous and so were my husband and I. We entered a small room with our attorney and Kate went to get her son. As we waited, we grew more anxious. Then she entered with a little bundle in her arms.
She handed him to me, and said, “Here is your Mommy.” I wept, uncontrollably. At that very moment, Kate changed me.
The weeks and months following that first meeting, were a whirlwind. Kate, continuing her drug addiction, and our home with a drug addicted baby. Nights were met with anxiety as we rode out the tremors and withdrawl. Nights were also met with uncertainty of where Kate was and if she was alive. Anger came over me as I saw this little boy hurting and struggling to rid his body of these awful chemicals that his mother had put in him.
Then the call came. The “I’m so sorry” call, I’m sorry he is so sick and I know I did that to him. The I want to get healthy and change call. And the anger subsided. A new adventure began. Jail, death of her lover and father to our son and rehab set her on the path – the path that has led her to the present.
Her name is Kate. She is the mother of my son. She is sober. She changed who I am.
With over three years of sobriety, Kate is a new creation. The old has gone and the new has come. She is sober, working full-time at a new job, about to move into a home that she plans to purchase. She will live there with her other 3 children who she has regained custody of. She has been on the news talking about addiction and loves to share her story of addiction and sobriety.
Together we share a son. Our son calls me Momma and her Mommy Kate. He knows he is adopted and that he grew in Mommy Kate’s tummy, but Mommy Kate was sick and she let Daddy and I raise him. He knows Mommy Kate is healthy now, and he knows that she loves him. We share special times together, texts and phone calls, holidays and birthdays.
When we decided to adopt, I never expected a Kate. I thought our adventure would be about a baby. But Kate changed me. She changed the way I see addiction. She changed the way I see sobriety. She changed the way I view people and their struggles. She changed the way I see victories. She changed me, by giving me a little boy to love who calls me Momma.