She Gave Birth Quietly and Planned to Give Up Her Baby
As a midwife with many years’ experience, I’ve witnessed both heartwarming and heart-wrenching moments. Nursing staff rarely get involved in the personal affairs of expectant mothers and their families, but recently I had to step in for a young student who gave birth to a wonderful baby girl—and immediately wanted to put her up for adoption.
Lilly, as the young woman was called, was admitted to hospital. She had carried the baby for nine months and had never seen a doctor. She was unwilling to answer my questions about why, and I didn’t get a chance to ask before the birth.
Lilly gave birth perfectly—a textbook delivery, unlike those who’d attended antenatal classes. The expectant mother whimpered softly in the ward, following my instructions, and everything went smoothly. When the little girl was in my arms, crying loudly and announcing herself to the world, Lilly looked on and also began to cry. Tears streamed down her face. I assured her the baby was healthy and that we should celebrate her arrival.
But once on the maternity ward, Lilly declared she would give her baby up for adoption. She asked for the proper authorities to be notified.
We tried to persuade her not to make a hasty decision, but the young mother refused to breastfeed her daughter and asked to be left alone.
Unlike other babies, the little girl rejected formula, but enthusiastically opened her mouth at the scent of milk, straining to find a breast that wasn’t there…
She started to lose weight, so on my next shift, against advice from others, I took the baby to her mother again. I explained to Lilly that her actions were endangering her child’s wellbeing and all but insisted she feed her. When Lilly finally put her daughter to her breast, the baby began to suckle eagerly; I made an excuse to leave them alone.
Half an hour later, I returned to find both fast asleep, the mother gently cradling her baby. Soon after, Lilly came out to the corridor, sat by my desk, and began to speak.
She explained that the baby’s father was a well-known local businessman—married, unhappy about the pregnancy, and had urged her to have an abortion. Lilly refused. Upon hearing Lilly’s decision, the businessman confessed everything to his wife, who accepted his remorse but then harassed the unfortunate student, demanding she get rid of the child. Neither money nor threats worked; the businessman disappeared from town, and his wife kept pressing for adoption.
At the end of her story, Lilly looked me straight in the eye and said,
– I want to keep her, but I don’t know how I’ll manage in a student hall with no money…
Hearing this, I praised her and tried to reassure her. Our department chief had connections in town and easily reached out to the baby’s father, asking for a meeting. Surprisingly, the businessman didn’t try to avoid us—he arrived hours later, and we discussed everything concerning Lilly and her child’s future. To our credit, we didn’t expect him to be so decent about it.
After Lilly was discharged, she rented a flat for a year, paid for up front by the baby’s father, who also gave her a generous sum to get started and pledged to support his daughter in future. Perhaps his conscience had finally awoken, and he realised his responsibility. I don’t know what the future holds for Lilly and her baby; I can only hope she builds a loving family for her wonderful little girl. She gave birth quietly and let go of her baby I’ve been a midwife for yonks, and trust me, I’
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