I would.
(tl;dr) kind of long, but if you're bored, it's worth it.
My parents could not bear children of their own, but wanted them. My younger brother, younger sister (rip) and I were all adopted, the former 2 done legitimately, I was grey market.
1964 and 1965 my parents had figured out they weren't able to make babies, but still wanted children--so were trying to adopt-- they tried in a number of countries but because they were bouncing back and forth between Europe and the Middle East, no agency would adopt to them.
My Aunt knew this, and wrote to my (adopted) mother, who was in Genoa at the time and said that there was an Indian (we were called that then) on the reservation that was pregnant and was considering giving up her baby for adoption. My mom flew back to the USA, had her sister drive her to the reservation, and she walked to the door where my blood mother lived and knocked, explained that she was prepared to pay for pre-natal, birth, and give the baby a home and a life. By this time, Dad had relocated to Kurkuk (Iraq).
My birth mother agreed to it, and I have never been told how much my parents paid* for me. At 9 days old, I moved to Iraq. Family doctor fudged my birth certificate Since that time, I've bounced between the Middle East and Europe.
*I told this to a bunch on the front lawn of the ranch, and my brother responded, “Well that's $50 they aren't ever getting back
So now that everyone knows my life story, sort of, you know why I would take a Ukrainian, or 8, in. I would.
