“I’D LEFT THE COMFORTS OF HOME AND EMBARKED ON A MISSION TO FINALIZE THE ADOPTION OF OUR TODDLER SONS. … NO ONE I KNEW WOULD WILLINGLY SPEND A DAY, MUCH LESS A SUMMER IN VIOLENT, CRIME-RIDDEN CIUDAD JUÁREZ. BUT I WAS INSANE. I MEAN INFERTILE.“
I was painfullly unprepared by the isolation and fear for my sons’ safety while I plowed through a labyrinthine adoption process. Yet my greatest challenges came from within as I confronted the reality of raising two traumatized boys and was rattled by the incessant question and doubt. Had I made the right choice?