18-Year-Old Girl Puts up Newborn Son for Adoption, Baby Disappears from Hospital the Next Day – Story of the Day

After giving up my newborn son at the hospital, I was shattered. The next day, the hospital told my mom he was missing, but they knew who had taken him.

I was 18 and pregnant with my boyfriend Shaun's baby when my world turned upside down. Shaun wanted to be there for us, but my mom, who always had the final say in our family, decided otherwise.

"It's ridiculous for a teenage girl to be raising a child! We won't keep the baby!" she declared, shutting down any room for discussion.

"But Mom!" I protested, desperation in my voice. "It-it's too late for an abortion according to the doctors! Besides, I don't want to abandon my child!"

Her disapproving look cut through me. "Excuse me?" she shot back. "You're not in charge here, honey! You know what, there's always a solution to any problem. After you have that baby, we will leave it in the hospital!"

My father and I were against her decision, but as always, my mom's will prevailed. She forced me to hide my pregnancy and cut off all contact with Shaun. Feeling helpless and dependent on my parents, I had no choice but to comply.

Months later, I held my newborn son at last and was overwhelmed with guilt. "I'm so sorry, darling," I whispered to him, tears streaming down my face. "I'm seeing you for the first and last time. I hope you forgive Momma for this."

I left the hospital that same day and left my baby behind, feeling like I had abandoned my soul. But my dad was my savior and had a plan for us. He approached me after Mom fell asleep that night and offered me another life—the one I wanted.

I was hesitant at first, but then I realized that the baby in the hospital was mine, and just like my father, I was done letting my mother dictate everything. I got dressed quickly, and we sneaked out. A kind nurse helped us get the baby, so what we did wasn't any kind of crime.

The issue is that when the rest of the hospital staff discovered my baby missing, they reported it to the main physician, who called my mother immediately and the police. I was later told that the original nurse had gone off shift and couldn't explain what happened before chaos ensued.

I could only imagine my mother fuming. But I knew she would realize what we had done as soon as they called her and probably where we were. They located us that evening at Shaun's place, where we had sought sanctuary.

My mom arrived right along with the cops and was furious, but we all knew her anger wouldn't and couldn't dictate our lives anymore.

"We are not giving up the child, Laura," Dad stood firm against her. "If you're going to force us again, forget it! Officers, my wife is pressuring my daughter to give up the baby, but my daughter and I don't want that!"

I nodded in agreement, making it clear that I didn't want to abandon my child. The officers then told my mom that she couldn't force me to give up my baby, especially since I was 18 and capable of making my own decisions. This only made her angrier.

"Don't forget what we settled on, Josh! I'm not letting the baby stay in MY home! After all, that house is mine! I own it!" she screamed, red-faced.

"Well then, Laura," Dad countered with a resolve I had never seen before. "You can live there alone because I'm divorcing you! I'm sick of you making decisions for the rest of us. Having a baby is not a crime! We've had enough of your obstinacy… Goodbye, Laura!"

My mom was stunned, unable to believe that she was being left out in the cold like this. Her pride prevented her from seeing the error of her ways, and she stormed out, later signing the divorce papers Dad sent without a fight.

During the divorce, Dad and I stayed with Shaun and his family. Being reunited with my boyfriend and having our baby back felt like a dream come true. His parents were more than happy to help us figure things out.

After the divorce, Dad was entitled to half of the assets of their marriage. Mom caused some more trouble. She refused to sell the house, so he could have his share. But my father had another plan up his sleeve.

Since he owned half of the house, he rented out one of the rooms to a random musician called Chris. My mother couldn't do a thing about it. With the rent money and his half of the assets, he helped Shaun and me, as well as our son, Albert, move into a new place.

He moved in with us for a while before finding his own apartment later. Meanwhile, Mom was forced to live with the musician, who wasn't afraid of practicing at all hours of the night. Karma had finally caught up to her.

I wish I could say that she regretted her actions and apologized, so she could be part of our lives. But my mother would never do that. Her pride was much more important than her family. In her book, Albert didn't exist, and never did we, for that matter.

Honestly, good riddance.

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