My Mom had surgery on Tuesday and is still in the hospital. It was nothing life threatening, just knee replacement surgery, so don’t worry.

Walking in from the parking lot going to visit my Mom, I had noticed a couple ahead of me. A husband and wife, beaming ear to ear, walking hand in hand carrying an empty car seat and diaper bag. They had a little boy with them. He was carrying a pink teddy bear.

I saw them walk into the hospital lobby where a local adoption professional that I recognized was waiting for them with an associate. I watched as they left the little boy with the associate and hopped on the same elevator as me. I politely pulled out a business card from my purse and handed it to the agency rep and reminded her of who I was and asked her to give it to the soon to be birthmother if she needed support.

My heart is just so full at the moment. It breaks for her. I will never forget how it felt to be in her situation, how it felt to be spending the last few moments alone with my child. It’s not a memory I think of or even care to think of on a day to day basis. I don’t think I could function like a normal person if my heart and soul went back there every single day. But there are days, when something reminds me of that day and I am back there in an instant. Knowing that a few floors above me a young woman was telling her baby goodbye took me back to that day.

I remember those last few precious moments, telling my sweet baby boy over and over how much I loved him, taking a few pictures, and singing the song I sang the entire time he was in my tummy to him one very last time.

Those memories are tucked deep inside my heart and soul and can come back in a moments notice.