Well, it's done. It is out of my hands. I have done everything I can do...this is my final attempt.
I have lived with an empty spot in my heart for a little over 24 years. I have tried my best to remain positive. So many things have happened through the years that scream out "Don't give up on Ashley!"
Something, someone, has kept me connected to her, preventing me from shutting the door from the pain I carry in my heart.
Is it an unbreakable bond that happens between Mother and Child?
Is it something saying we were never suppose to be separated?
Or is it finally understanding what Domestic Infant Adoption does? Is it realizing after all these years that the Adoption Machine took advantage of my young, naive, emotional state and used it to lie to me to snatch my baby?
I don't know...I don't have the answers.
Unfortunately, I am now left in a state of limbo. A piece of my heart was ripped away from me so people who had more money could be the saviors of my child. Saviors. My child did not need to be rescued, my child did not need to be saved. No, my child needed to be raised in her family. She needed to be with the people who know and understand the little things that make her who she is.
She wasn't a blank slate. She carries part of me, part of her genetic history in her.
Yes, I have tried to reach out to her...unsuccessfully. So this time I tried a different approach. Since I do not know what she has been told repeatedly through out her life and I do not know for sure if she was threatened to be cut off from the only family she knows if she reaches out. I do not know the family dynamics she grew up in. Hell, who knows...maybe she hates me and would spit on me if she ever saw me. I don't know. All I have is a gut feeling.
Through the years I have listened to Adoptees and even some Adoptive Moms (not the crazy ones who think it is their God given right to take babies away from their Mothers). I have tried to keep my heart open and have hope and remain positive. Thank you to everyone who helped me with my last attempt at reaching out. And Jenn, big squishy hugs!!!
I created a 6 minute, 28 second video. I had to re-do this video a thousand time (so it seemed). I briefly touch on when I was pregnant with her, what it was like, what I craved, her Birth Father, our relationship, when I went into the hospital, our time together, what I named her. I told her she was wanted. I also told her I will NOT step in and be Mom. I know she loves her parents and the woman who raised her earned the title of "Mom"...a title I never earned. Through out the video I tell her there are other stories, if she ever wants to hear them.
I made the little jewel case cover. Yes, there are a couple of Alice in Wonderland references in the video, on the cd and on the jewel case.
I know some were concerned about just sending a video and it freaking out Ashley if she just pops it in. I wrote a little letter letting her know how I tried to write a letter, but the words never came out right, the short video seemed to work best. I did give her a heads up as to what is on the video so she can choose to watch it when she feels ready. In the letter I do give her my email address. The letter was placed on top of the cd in the gift box.
I did make a brief comment about a full blood Swedish woman who welded planes during WWII. So, I picked up a 2" Swedish Dala Horse. I did cringe at how expensive the little wooden horse was, but it was hand carved and hand painted in Sweden. Right now I am hoping she doesn't see it and just throw it away. I also picked up a Swedish Milk Chocolate Bar and attached a note. "Just in case you have an insatiable sweet tooth. It's okay to eat it in one sitting if you want :-)"
I wrapped everything up as perfectly as my nervous little hands could. (yes, I'm a little OCD) I am hoping she will see that a lot of love and care went into this.
Last Friday a work friend of mine had asked me "what if she freaks out when she gets the package?" I told her if Ashley would have responded to my facebook message last year then I wouldn't have done this. So my friend replies, "Oh, I get it. Ignore little Miss OCD and she sends you gifts." I laughed and told her only if I gave birth to you. My friend hugged me and told me to stay positive and don't obsessively check my email.
Wednesday morning I packed up everything and wrote a little note asking that she have an open heart and an open mind. Another co-worker friend of mine saw the open box and prayed over it, she said she prayed for a positive response.
The box was shipped, scheduled to arrive Friday morning at her work. If you read my previous posts it was decided this was the best option since sending it to her home would probably scare the daylights out of her...finding her work address was public information. I was hoping she received the box before she left work on Friday so she could process, if need be, at home over the weekend. I felt bad enough shipping this to her work.
The package was received at 11am. It is now out of my hands. I have done everything I could possibly do and I know I can't reach out again, this was my final attempt. I am trying my best to think positive thoughts, I know it may be a while before I get a response.
If she ignores this then I stay in limbo and to be totally honest. I think staying in limbo is making me a little nuts.
If she tells me to go to hell then I can try to figure out how to deal with it, maybe then I can figure out how to let go...but leave my door open.
If she tells me she's not ready then that's okay too...at least I know I am not being ignored.
If she opens the door then of course I would be ecstatic!!
So now all I can do is wait...that never ending waiting game.