The first thing they did was give her medication to dry up her milk. After all, the very last thing the nurses wanted was for Margaret to breastfeed her new baby. To bond with her. To form any type of emotional connection.
That, you see, couldn’t be allowed to happen.
At a time when every new mother needs nurturing and comfort and support, staff at Sydney’s now defunct King George Hospital were anything but. They ummed and ahhed when Margaret asked to see her beautiful, perfect new daughter Abbie, giving a range of excuses as to why they couldn’t bring the newborn into Margaret’s room.
In those hours, days, after giving birth — when new mothers are fragile and hormonal, when all you long to do is kiss and cuddle and simply breathe in the baby you have given birth to – Margaret found herself surrounded by a wall of resistance. Of silence. Disapproval.
You see Margaret was single. And in 1973 Australia that simple fact made her ‘unfit’ to be a parent.
So instead what the staff did when Abbie was born was fill out forms which said Margaret was agreeing to give up her baby for adoption. All they needed was for Margaret to sign her name.
“Just sign here, Margaret,” I imagine they said. “Your little girl can live with a nice family. You’re a single mother. You can’t give her what she needs. Just. Sign. Here.”
But she didn’t sign. Thank God. Margaret was thirty-years-old and somehow had the strength to stand her ground.
Today Abbie is one of my closest and dearest friends.
I’ve heard this story several times over the years – Abbie and I both horrified at the judgement her mother faced. The pressure put on her — even at THIRTY – to give Abbie up. But it’s only been in recent years that I’ve realised the true horror of what unfolded for decades across Australia.
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My story is related, but a little different. I was born in 1970 and my biological mother was 21. She was unmarried and from a very religious (Catholic) family in QLD. They told her in no uncertain terms that she was not to keep the baby and they sent her away to give birth in Adelaide. I was born in a Salvation Army maternity hospital for single mothers. I was adopted at six weeks. For six weeks no one held me the way a mother should, no one soothed me, no one cared for me. Yes I was fed and bathed and housed but I was not loved the way a newborn baby should be loved. My adoptive mother recently told me (I am now 42) that I was medicated for several weeks because I was not behaving the way new babies should behave - I cried constantly and was very distressed. Now, with the Apology in the media and as the mother of a two year old, I am having trouble reconciling how babies in this situation were treated. I am also having a very hard time accepting that I was given away. I met my biological mother when I was 25 and she told me that the pressure came from her family to give me up for adoption. She also told me that no one in her family knew about me (her husband refuses to speak about me) and her two daughters (born shortly after I was) don't know I exist. This revelation made me feel abandoned and ashamed a second time and I decided not to keep in touch with her. My adoptive life was not so great - my adoptive mother was wonderful but her husband left us when I was one year old and she was forced to go out and work so I was placed in full time day care. Her second marriage was not a success and I didn't get on with her husband. As a wife and a mother now, my small family is the most important thing to me and when I look at my son (who is the only person I know who looks like me) I am overwhelmed with love for him and for my husband but also with a great sadness that as a baby and a child I always felt different, unwanted and not good enough. I feel so desperately sorry for the mothers who were forced to give up their babies but I also feel for the babies who were given up for adoption (whatever the circumstances) - as an adopted person my first memories were of not being wanted and of not really fitting in.
In an era when 21 was the age of majority, and often women need a parent to countersign legal documents, adoption papers signed under duress (and often drugs) by women much younger were classed as legally binding documents. What a joke - except for those involved!