Today is my son's birthday--or so he's been told. It wasn't uncommon in 1970 for adoption agencies to tamper with details like birth dates. Sometimes, when the amended birth certificates were generated, changes were made and searches were thereby hampered. But I hesitate to make these accusations because it could be that in my effort to put my son's birth behind me and begin anew, I may have confused his due date with his date of birth. Giving birth to my son was a secret event known only to my parents and my boyfriend and when I emerged from hiding, I was supposed to forget and move on.
I've heard that this confusion is not unusual among birthmothers. Dates might be forgotten, but never our babies.