It was around my twentieth birthday when I found out I was pregnant. I was scared and excited at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I became just scared and worried. I started to think about the baby. On one hand, I thought how wonderful to be the one to love and cherish my baby, but I knew being a good mom meant more than that. My boyfriend said he would help me if I wanted to keep the baby, but I knew he couldn’t. He was only 22 and didn’t have a job. We found Arizona Adoption Help and read how they represented the Birthmother and were right here in Phoenix. They helped me find the most incredible adopting family for my baby boy. The family was with me right after the baby was born, caring for him and taking pictures of all of us. The excitement and love on their faces made me realize how much all of us loved him – and always would.