“It was appalling. We felt so robbed. The closest thing I can think of is a feeling of being robbed, stripped of the most precious and valuable thing we owned. We were robbed of our child and our parenthood: my motherhood and Bobby’s fatherhood. Sure, we were young, had plenty of time to “try again,” to have a houseful of kids, but all we knew was this one child. Enoch was in fact ours, but then he wasn’t. Just as quickly as the flip of a switch, he was gone. It was unfair.”
Rosemary Pope