Happy Adopted Birthday to Me, But Is Everyone Happy?

Michele Merritt, Ph.D.
Nov 7 · 11 min read

She arrived at the hospital having contractions. It was September 27 at 10:30pm, and as soon as she settled into a room in the L&D ward, some official-looking people came in with some papers for her to sign. In between contractions, she signed the documents. Several hours later, her daughter was born at 7 pounds, 3 ounces. She caught a few glimpses of the baby as they cleaned her, and then, almost as quickly as this baby had come into her life, she was taken away. The woman let out a long sigh that filled the hospital room with a mixture of sadness, relief, and…

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Michele Merritt, Ph.D.

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Philosopher (no, seriously, that’s my actual job), adoptee, marathon swimmer, mom, ‘obsessed with dogs’ is a gross understatement. michelemerritt.com

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