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SuzzBrown55

I was 17 yrs old when I became pregnant. Amazingly I made it through the school year unnoticed by peers until graduation night. My mother wouldn’t discuss any options with me and I was sworn to keep it a secret. My mother contacted Cheyenne Catholic Social Services for dealing with "her" problem, not mine. From that moment I was packed up and sent to Casper, Wyoming to stay with a family until i had the baby. Her name was Barb they lived in a new home on Sunflower. I was only home two days after graduation and was sent away as i was an embarrassment to the family my Mother said. No family members were to ever find out. I stayed from around May 30, 1981 until early August 1981 when i left the sponsor home since the husband of Barb called me a spoiled little darling, and very ungrateful for the proposed opportunity to give my child away to a couple who could provide the love and care he needed. No matter what I wanted to say, do, or want with "my" baby those decisions were no longer mine to make. I got on a greyhound bus and came home to Cheyenne. My mother refused to help me and said i better call Barbara Abernathy the Catholic Social Services contact in my case. She swiftly picked me up and took me to another home until My baby was born. Her Name was Kathy, she was caring and respected My wishes and said i should make it My decision not anyone else’s. My child was born by emergency c-section at Cheyenne Memorial hospital. My water broke about midnight the hospital didnt believe me and decided to do the c-section since he was breach at around 6 am on August 27, 1981. I decided I was keeping my baby and went and brought him to my room. The alarms seem to shrill all over Cheyenne. Barbara Abernathy was at my room almost instantly (CSS). She yelled and screamed about my decision saying it wasn’t my decision and she had already made arrangements for him to be placed later that day. The manipulation between her and my mother, the threats, name calling, telling me i was too young. Not one single person told me about any options available to a single young mom. No one willing to help me keep what was mine. To these people I was a healthy baby carrier, a fat adoption fee to the Catholic Church, and a big payday for Barbara Abernathy for the gift my white healthy baby boy who was probably sold before i ever laid eyes on him. I named him John Greig. Beautiful dark hair and eyes sweet baby. Never cried while I had him those short hours. The family who received my child sent me a letter "thanking me for giving them their son." She wrote that she would tell him about me and make sure when old enough he would have the opportunity to learn about his birth mother. 1981 - 2020 would make him 39 years old. If you are still out there and looking for your birth mom I would love to talk with you, hear your voice and to know you have been well and have a good life.