This is according to stories that I was told, but my parents may clarify some holes in my story.
As I said earlier, Mom and Dad were trying to have a baby and couldn't, and at the time mom was a lawyer, and through telling everyone they knew that they wanted to adopt a baby they found a couple willing. My birth mom was 19 and my birth dad was 20. She accidentally got pregnant and decided that having a baby was not the right choice for her, so she decided to give it up for adoption. The criteria they had for choosing the right family was more about the quality of the family, not the religious persuasion, even though they came from a Roman Catholic background. They found a nice Jewish couple with an 8 year old son with a huge paternal extended family all confined in the Los Angeles area and the maternal extended family in Texas. Papers were drawn up and when the time came, my birth parents were to give me up.
I was born At 5:30/5:45 in the morning (can't remember) on Memorial Day, May 28th, 1979. The attorney called my parents mid-afternoon on memorial day. First thing that was said to my Dad was "congratulations papa,". Next thing said was not as great. My parents were told not to go to the hospital before the next day. The first day off limits, but when the next day's sun rose high and bright , my parents rushed to the hospital to greet me, and what they found was my grandma (dad's mom) already holding me. It seemed they were not the only eager one's to get a glimpse of the new Frankel. But as I said before, there was a few reasons why the day lag had to happen.
There were moments when my birth father had a change of mind and wanted to keep me, and the attorney persuaded him not to. I believe he said something to the effect that if he wanted to pay all the hospital bills and be responsible for a child, then there is nothing to stop him, but if you want the child to grow up in a secure family that he will be taken care of, he should really go through with the adoption. My birth mom had her own reservations as well. While giving birth she had some complications and was told that there were some tests that had to be made to determine whether or not she could have another baby. Prior to being born she wanted to make it easier on her by giving birth and not seeing me. But while she was still in the hospital getting treated, both she and my dad played with me, which made the decision even harder. Out of sight out of mind was the primary instinct but it just didn't happen like that. In the end the decision was made and they both signed the papers and I had myself a second set of parents, who are of course my first and foremost parents.
Now at this point custody was already legalized, but the hospital was a little unsure about their reimbursement. I was already born and my parents paid for all the medical bills up until then. The problem was my birth mom was still in the hospital getting treated and the hospital held me for, as my dad says, "ransom" until they made sure they got their money.
Everything was supposed to be a bit easier. I was born ready to go, my birth parents had reservations, Birth mom is still getting treated, and the hospital is holding me for "ransom" because they needed money. My poor parents, things were looking up though for them, fortunately, after 3 days of this. So, as you might have guessed, it all worked out in the end, I was finally legally adopted and was finally ready to go home.
All newborns, at that time, were taken out of the hospital by the mom in the wheelchair. Since neither of my parents gave birth to me, my dad decided he would be the one to take me out of the hospital in the wheelchair, it was hospital policy after all. They put me in the car and immediately my new 8 year old brother looks at me and says, "haha, you're adopted!" He wanted to be the first one to tell me. Already at eight he was a smart ass. He and I got along like normal brothers would, I too became a smart ass, and so did our youngest brother. A family of smart asses. (better than being dumb asses as we always say) So to this day, My older brother was an accident (my parents were not planning to get pregnant that early), My younger one was supposed to be a girl, and me, well I am the "chosen one" (imagine a little halo with a bright light shining down and a choir singing when I say that, I always do....A little cocky I know, but I'm allowed to be.)
Now before the question comes up, no I have not yet seen my birth parents, and am not sure I want to. I think I may have located my birth mother, but it really is going to take some time for me to know if that is something I really want. Maybe through the course of this time for change, I will make my decision.
Til' next time
Now before the question comes up, no I have not yet seen my birth parents, and am not sure I want to. I think I may have located my birth mother, but it really is going to take some time for me to know if that is something I really want. Maybe through the course of this time for change, I will make my decision.
Til' next time
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