Efrat CRIB Facebook ad: “In 2016, at age 38, I found myself…”

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In 2016, at age 38, I found myself in an unwanted pregnancy. I was divorced with two children, in a relationship that had just ended badly, and my father had been diagnosed with a terrible illness. I was running from hospital to hospital trying to save him, and somewhere in all of that, I lost track of myself. One day my brother called and told me he dreamed I was pregnant with a girl. I laughed it off—I had been alone for four months. Still, I took a test, then another one, then a blood test. When it came back positive and I learned I was already 15 weeks along, my world collapsed. How could I have another child? How would I tell my father? How would I manage alone with two kids whose father wasn’t in the picture? I broke down at work, begging a friend to help me find a way to end the pregnancy. She called EFRAT instead. A woman named Henya reached out and insisted on meeting. She came to the hospital where I was visiting my father—like an angel sent to protect me. For weeks, she checked on me constantly, giving me a sense of safety I didn’t know I needed. Two months later, my father passed away, and my whole family was shattered. But on June 23, 2017, my daughter Adele was born. The moment she arrived, everything changed. My mother became the happiest grandmother, and Adele brought light into a house that had been drowning in grief. The baby I was so afraid to have became the biggest blessing—emotionally, spiritually, even financially. Today Adele is 8 years old—talented, dancing since age 3, performing on stage, dreaming of becoming the next Noa Kirel. She models, excels in school, and is loved by everyone. And I raise her proudly alongside her two older brothers, now 22 and 23. Here is a shortened version of the letter I wrote to her eight hours after she was born: My sweet Adele, I wanted to write this to you between contractions, right before you opened your eyes and looked at me with wonder—but the pain didn’t let me think straight. So here I am, eight hours after your arrival, completely in love. We went through almost 39 long weeks together—days that dragged on, sleepless nights, tears, laughter, fear, and joy. We ate together, breathed together, and whispered secrets in the middle of the night. You were already my best friend before you were even born. I didn’t plan for you. The news of your existence hit me while I was fighting to save your grandfather. And for that, my love, I owe you an apology: I’m sorry I cried when I found out about you. I’m sorry I didn’t want you at first. I’m sorry I wished God would take you back. I’m sorry I thought of losing you. But thank God—truly thank God—that He saved you… and me. I can’t imagine my life without you now. Leaving you behind would have been the biggest mistake of my life. Bringing you into this world wasn’t easy. Some would call it destiny. I chose you, even if it meant loneliness or giving up dreams. And every sacrifice disappeared the moment I saw your smile. We have a long road ahead—full of bumps and challenges—but I promise you this: I will move every obstacle from your path. We will walk together, hand in hand, with your older brothers, always. Remember, my love—you have a true friend forever. Your mother, who is endlessly in love with you. ❤❤❤ Learn more at cribefrat.org