To make a very long story short. When I was in my early 20's I had my son. His father didn't want anything to do with him. When my son was about 1&1/2 months old I met someone. We dated, he was good with my son ect. We got married, 22 months after my son was born, I had a premature daughter with many medical problems. About that time I found out that her father was still married to someone else, had been married to 4 other women, and had 6 other children. The state I was in stopped anulments, so I had to divorce him. I didn't have anything, not even a car. I had a 10 speed bike with a basket on the front, and a child seat. I would take both children to all of my daughter's apts. My son in the child seat, my daughter in a papose, and her machines in the basket. My daughter had a feeding tube placed through her abdomen to feed her 23 of 24 hours a day with prescription formula. She wasn't gaining weight. She also was on a monitor to let me know when she quit breathing. When she was about 10 months old and didn't gain much weight social services threatened me that they were going to take both my children if my daughter didn't get better. I seen a add in a magazine that a couple in there 30s couldn't have kids, but very much wanted them. One thing led to another, and I gave this couple my daughter. She is 30 now, and has had a very good life. She contacted me when she was 19, but that didn't end up so good. Now my son will be getting married next year, and he got my daughter, and I talking again. this Wednesday I am going to florida to meet her, and I am petrafied. The last time I saw her was over 30 years ago when the couples lawyer picked her up from my iff, apt. Any input you all may have is welcomed. I am a bundle of nurves, and about to jump out of my skin.