An open letter to the woman considering an abortion:

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An open letter to the woman considering an abortion:

I don't judge you.  How could I?  I don't know you at all.  I don't know what your life is like or the circumstances of your pregnancy; whether the father was in your life for a short time, or if you two had a future planned together.  I don't know whether you're afraid to tell someone of your pregnancy, or if you already have children & cannot take on another.  I can't create a story around whatever its taken for you to consider abortion as an option.  But please hear me out for a minute.

My husband & I are waiting to be chosen by a birth mom to adopt her child in Wisconsin or Upper Michigan.  We've gone through all of the necessary steps to get to this point, & now we are simply wait until we are "matched."  If you will consider adoption instead of abortion, then we can cut the tie once the baby is born.  You can walk away & never look back - no strings attached - and we can give you our word that the baby will be loved & cherished.  Or, if you wish, we can keep open contact & build a relationship so you are a part of the child's life.  Whatever you chose, we will honor your wishes & never speak ill of you.  

In a media-saturated & political age we have many opinions that come to us in addition to the voices of those we know personally.  Sometimes, we have a fearful inner voice telling us to disbelieve any other option exists or that one may appear easier than another.  I want to assure you, though, that choosing life & adoption is not only another option, but it would be one of the most beautiful gifts you could possibly give.  

If you would like to learn more about us, then here's a link to do so:  You'll also see our social worker's contact info.  

If you don't care for us - that's okay!  There are a thousands of other couples who eagerly await to be chosen.  Here's just a few adoption agencies in New York:

https://www.adoptionsbygladney.com/

And, here's a list of the top 10 adoption agencies in the United States:

Truly, dear soul, my heart aches that you are faced with such a decision.  To end a pregnancy now, or ride it out & give away a baby cannot be an easy choice.  But you do have a choice.  Your choice really, really matters.  And if you choose adoption - whether it's us or not - your baby will always, always be wanted.  

With love,

Katie Warner

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