Today was a bittersweet day for me. Today I assisted in the competion of my granddaughter's adoption. My daughter came to me 37 weeks ago and told me that she was pregnant for the 4th time and she hoped I would not be angry with her, but she was going to put the baby up for adoption. She told me that she was not in any position to care for another infant and that she had made this decision as soon as she found out she was pregnant. I supported this decision and helped her find an adoption agency and choose the parents for her baby. During the pregnancy my daughter had several difficulties, including, chronic placental abruption and preterm labor. She was on bedrest for several weeks during the pregnancy. When she was 36 weeks, her ob did an amniocentisis for fetal lung maturity. The results came back positive. She was scheduled for a repeat C-section for friday. She contacted the adoption agency and invited the adoptive parents to come to the hospital for the birth. I was the nurse and was able to share both the joy of the adoptive parents and the sorrow of my daughter and family. Today the adoptive parents took their new daughter home. My daughter and I are grieving, but very happy that the baby will have a wonderful home and life. I am writing this in tribute to my daughter, who unselfishly and with great love gave the most precious gift to wonderful people who would not otherwise have an opportunity to be parents. She did not condem this child to poverty as would have happened if she had kept her. She cries for her loss, but smiles through the tears because she knows she did her best for her child. She is the bravest , most generous person I know. I want her to know her decision was the right one, and I love her very much.