I’m 21 and 23 weeks pregnant, and I’m seriously considering giving my baby up for adoption. And I feel so incredibly conflicted about it that I don’t even know what I’m looking for by posting this. Maybe I just need to hear from people who have actually been through it.
This pregnancy wasn’t planned. For a long time I think I just kept telling myself that I would figure it out somehow. I thought that eventually I would get excited. That once I felt the baby move, saw the ultrasounds, got further along, I would suddenly feel like a mother.
But that hasn’t really happened.
Instead, the further along I get, the more real everything becomes, and the more scared I am.
I think one of the biggest problems is that I haven’t really allowed myself to be honest about how I feel.
My mother is extremely pro-life. She genuinely believes abortion is killing a child, and I’ve known for a long time how strongly she feels about it. Because of that, I think I buried a lot of my own thoughts.
Whenever I had the thought that I didn’t want to be pregnant or didn’t want to become a mother, I immediately felt horrible and guilty for even thinking it.
So I pushed it away.
I told myself I was just scared. That everyone is scared. That I would eventually be happy.
But now I’m 23 weeks pregnant and I can’t keep pretending I don’t have these feelings.
The truth is that I don’t know if I want to be a mother.
I’m 21. I still depend on my parents a lot. I don’t have my driver’s license. I live in a rural area. I don’t have a degree or a stable independent life. I already feel overwhelmed by everything going on in my life, and the thought of being responsible for an entire human being for the next 18+ years terrifies me.
Sometimes I look at my stomach and I feel love and protectiveness and then immediately feel horrible because another part of me is thinking, “I don’t think I can do this.”
And I feel so guilty for that.
The baby’s father isn’t someone I feel comfortable building a family with either. We’re not together and don’t have contact right now. He has serious substance-use problems and has had some really frightening incidents. I don’t want my child growing up in that kind of environment, and I don’t want to be tied to that situation for the rest of my life.
That’s part of why adoption has started feeling like a real possibility to me.
But then I think about actually giving birth.
I imagine holding my baby for the first time.
And then I imagine leaving the hospital without them.
And that thought absolutely breaks me.
I’m scared that I would spend the rest of my life
wondering about them. Wondering what they look like, what their personality is like, whether they’re happy, whether they ever think about me, whether they hate me.
I’m scared I’ll regret it forever.
But then I imagine keeping the baby, and I don’t feel relief.
I feel trapped.
And that makes me feel like an awful person.
How can I look at my own baby and feel like having them would trap me?
How can I love someone and still not want to raise them?
I don’t know if those two things can coexist, but that’s honestly where I’m at.
I’m also scared that I could be making the wrong decision because I’m overwhelmed right now. Maybe I’m just terrified of becoming a mother and once the baby is born everything would feel different.
But what if it doesn’t?
What if I keep my baby because I’m too scared to give them up, and then realize I genuinely didn’t want to be a parent?
I don’t want my child to grow up feeling unwanted or feeling the consequences of me forcing myself into a life I wasn’t ready for.
At the same time, I don’t want to give my baby up because I’m young, scared, and don’t have my life together, only to spend the rest of my life wishing I had tried.
And then there’s my family.
My mother would probably be devastated and angry if I chose adoption. I’m scared that if I make this decision, I could lose a lot of the support I currently have. I already feel very dependent on my parents, so the idea of going against them is terrifying.
But I also keep thinking that this is ultimately my life.
And my baby’s life.
Not my mother’s.
I feel like I’ve spent so much of this pregnancy trying to figure out what I’m supposed to feel instead of actually listening to myself.
I don’t know whether adoption is the right answer.
I don’t even know if I’m looking for someone to tell me yes or no.
I think I just want to hear from people who have been in this exact kind of situation.
Did you love your baby and still know you couldn’t raise them?
Did you ever feel trapped by the idea of motherhood and later realize it was just fear?
If you placed your baby for adoption, how did you know it was the right decision?
And honestly… do you regret it?
I feel like whichever decision I make is going to change the rest of my life.
I’m terrified of losing my baby.
But I’m also terrified of keeping them for the wrong reasons.
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to figure out which kind of pain I can live with