I don’t know how many expecting mothers in a crisis pregnancy read my blog, but I am going to write this in the hopes that at least a few do. I am writing this blog specifically for any woman in a crisis pregnancy who is considering placing her baby for adoption in the hopes of rescuing her baby from an abusive situation. You might have conceived the baby by incestuous rape or rape by a family “friend,” or you might be in an abusive relationship or have just gotten yourself out of one. For whatever reason, you are considering placing your baby for adoption because you want to protect your baby from a biological father who is abusive.

Let me begin by saying that, while I have not been in your shoes, I have grown up in an abusive environment, so I understand the strong need to save your baby from living in the same hell that you have. As a mother, I also understand the willingness to do anything to keep your baby safe. So, please hear me when I say that breaking the law by lying about the biological father during the adoption process is not going to protect your baby.

Lisa has been following the tragic story of Baby Vanessa on her blog:

Our GuestBlogger today is David Archuletta, the father of a wrongfully adopted son.His son was placed for adoption by his girlfriend; he was told that the baby was stillborn and not his. The child was his and now David is devoted to adoption reform in the U.S. He has published a book: "Odyssey of an Unknown Father: The Complete Book on Wrongful Adoption." To date he has yet to see his child.

This is the true story describing the practices employed by one Rosie O'Donnell funded Children of the World Adoption Agency [COWAA]. It 'was' located in Verona, New Jersey; this agency's doors have remained self-closed since May of 2007. It is also from within these walls where plots were conceived and masqueraded in the workings of a real adoption agency. As for the reasons for the closing of this agency, there remains the dark history of a corporate suicide! Had someone revealed this company's blueprint for wrongful adoption?

It was me that forced the State Attorney General Office to lean heavily on an already suspect New Jersey Department of Human Services. They in turn, were instructed to render unto COWAA a take it or leave it proposition for the Board of Trustees. That thought withstanding, and whilst all faces were longer than the table at which they sat, it must have been the Chairwoman of the Board, a Mrs. Margaret Morrisey, who probably thought it better to reserve the company a more preferable choice-spot in hell!

I am three and a half years old now, but look about five because of my height. I have inherited your athleticism. I love to dance and currently am taking ballet and tap. I have already caught up with the second year students, although this is my first year. I can’t wait until we perform this summer on stage.

My favorite activities are reading, puzzles, coloring, dressing like a princess, and dancing. Even my big brothers occasionally succumb to dancing with me when I beg.

It has been 11 months since we’ve heard anything from one of our dear guest bloggers Snafu Suz, but we are fortunate that she has yet another candid and engaging blog to share with us. Over a year ago Snafu Suz and her husband adopted two children from foster care; recently the adoption was finalized.

Snafu Suz is a blogger at Seattle PI. In addition to being an adoptive Mom she is also a cancer survivor.

It's been a year and two months since the kids moved in and about six weeks since the adoption was finalized. What a year it has been!

When I first started this blog and decided on a name [Adoption Adventures], I had no idea how fitting it would be. Adoption is certainly an adventure, and a difficult one at that. Being a parent to foster kids has been the greatest challenge of my life. And this is coming from someone who battled cancer just three and a half years ago. Parenthood makes cancer look like a breeze. I wish I were kidding.

This first year held so many things to blog about but I just didn't have the energy to do it. By the end of the day I was so emotionally exhausted that the last thing I wanted to do was write about it and relive the day. I wanted to just do something relaxing and mindless instead, like watch TV, goof around on Facebook, or sleeping. Not only that my son was in half-day Kindergarten which only left me two and a half hours a day to myself. (I swear, half-day Kindergarten was the bane of my existence.) It only left me enough time for errands, getting a few things done around the house …or sleeping. Plenty to blog about, little time and no energy to do it.

Like the day my son decided to go explore the woods adjacent to our property without telling me, causing my first parental panic. Or the time our daughter got a bloody nose in the wee hours of the morning and didn't come wake us up until she and the bathroom were so covered in blood that she looked like that scene out of the movie "Carrie". And then there's the time my son decided to pee on the driveway where we could all see him from the window – while our social worker was there for her monthly visit. And let's not forget the time my daughter decided to play with fire in her bedroom – and yes she did this while the social worker was there for her monthly visit. All this while Bill and I are brand new parents, trying to figure out what the hell we were doing.