O my sweet love, you are out there somewhere,
on the wings of an angel.
You have been placed in your mother’s tummy.
You don’t know it yet,
but you are loved by so many.
Your mother fights for your life,
a fight she will not lose.
Abortion she will not allow,
she knows you’re alive.
She may not be ready or able to give all that you need,
but she loves you enough to do the best that
she knows how.
She will meet a couple that will love not only you,
but her as well.
With open arms, she is invited,
to enjoy your life and share in your love.
Her hurt few will know,
Her courage; a glorious show!
Tears will fall,
both of sadness and joy,
but your life is worth it all.
You will have two mothers,
one, an angel on earth,
the other, a soul filled with love and hope,
praying for your life.
As such is a beautiful opera
your first cry,
we all await.
You are tiny right now,
but you are strong,
You are My Angel, You are My Hope,
You are my life’s opera.
I’m fourteen years old.
I met a boy in February, and I fell in love with him immediately. So in love that I wanted to lose my virginity to him! Inside my heart, deep, deep down… I wanted a child with him.
All I thought about was the cute little chubby face and the fun time we’d spend together with our baby and I thought he’d become so much closer to me and we’d be like our own little family.
So…I had sex with him without any sort of protection and now I’m PREGNANT.
But now, I don’t want to be pregnant anymore. I think about if he leaves me and I’m only FOURTEEN! I just began high school and I’m not ready for a little baby to have to feed, take care of, etc.
I told my mom and his mom. We went to the doctors today. My mom is against abortion and will not let me have one no matter what. So my boyfriend wanted me to get an abortion, he’s only fifteen by the way.
Anyways, we decided on adoption. I’m really skinny so I don’t think anyone will be able to tell.
What do you think? Please, give me your suggestions!
I am 15, going on 16 in a month, and I really want a baby.
I have picked out names, clothes, baby gear, furniture, EVERYTHINGGG. I know how hard it will be and I know the money it is gunna suck up… I know I might….WILL prolly lose friends…but I am willing to risk it. I just need advice as to what I should do.
Should I follow what my heart has been saying to me, for the past 8 years I thought I was meant to be a teen mom, or should I worry about what people will say??
Been to see the doctors today after spending much of last night at the hospital with fears of an ectopic pregnancy(again) or a miscarriage.
Luckily everything seems OK for now. I am going back for a scan tomorrow so fingers crossed. Even though this angel wasn’t planned and the dad and I aren’t really getting on, (I think I am going to be alone through this pregnancy too), after what happened last night, I feel so sure that I will be ok when my new baby arrives. Even though I am feeling a mixture of emotions, I feel blessed and so so lucky. Would love to hear from others in the same situation or anyone who would like to chat. xxx
Write again soon.
chilipepper
My husband and I are going to start trying to have a baby.
This decision has made me extremely happy. Knowing that sometime soon we’ll have our own little bundle of joy makes me feel like life is all the more worth living. I have too much love to give to only have my husband to give it to, and he feels the same way.
So, we want a baby. It’s going to be amazing.
Hey everyone. I am 21 and the mother of a beautiful 3-year-old baby girl, and expecting again any day now. If you have the time, I would like you to sit back, relax, and listen to my story.
In June, I had met my ex at Tim Horton’s. He worked there and I had just moved to a new town and was trying to meet new people. I was with a friend who introduced us and we immediately hit it off. We hung out everyday and decided to start “seeing” each other. He was 4 years older than me and had a job, so of course, at 17 years old, I was thinking, “Right on, I caught a good one.”
July 15th: My best friend was murdered. I had known him since I was 3 so I went into super denial and kept telling my boyfriend that he was coming back. He did everything in his power to console me and stayed with me pretty much everyday, and eventually, he moved into my dad’s house with me.
November 1st: I came home from work and he had decided to stay up and wait for me (I worked the night shift). I laid down beside him and he said “You know I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” I told him to shut up and turned around. I saw the look on his face and asked him “OMG, were you serious?” He nodded and I said yes.
November 30: My life had completely turned around. I found out I was pregnant. I kept thinking, ‘What am I going to do? I’m still just a child myself, how am I supposed to raise one?’ At that point in my life, I had nothing. I was into drugs and spent all my extra money (after I paid rent) on extasy. I hadn’t done drugs for a couple weeks beforehand so I knew the baby was safe. I tried to turn to my mom, but she didn’t wanna listen. He and I decided to carry on with the pregnancy and as time went further, we would decide what to do.
April 1st: 5 months pregnant. My first ultrasound, YAY! The technologist was asking me a bunch of questions that I thought may have been routine, ‘have I had any recent infections? have I been sick?’ etc. When I went into the Dr’s office she told me there’s a problem. “You have low amniotic fluid, which means you have caught an infection, You’re not going to able to hold this baby past 6 months.” I was torn. My baby was sick. I realized that this baby was special, this baby was mine.
I was sent to a high risk pregnancy hospital in Toronto, Ont. When I was 6 1/2 months pregnant, I was admitted into the hospital for 2 1/2 weeks and sent over to Sick Children’s hospital and had to undergo multiple tests such as fetal echocardiograms, fetal MRIs, blood tests, and the whole bit. I also found out that my baby was a girl. He and I decided on the name Nevaeh (heaven spelt backwards). I found out that the infection I had caught was called Cytomegalovirus or CMV. I really dont feel like explaining everything so you could google it if you’d like and ask me if you have any questions.
My daughter, Nevaeh Georgia Anne Hope, was born on August 5th, at 4:00 pm via c-section, weighing 2 lb 10 oz, 35 cm long. She was bruised from head to toe. We were told she wouldn’t make it past 3 hours. We were devastated. As soon as she was born, she had to undergo a blood transfusion.
October 27th: My baby girl finally came home! She was still so tiny, 4 lb, 11 oz, but she was as healthy as SHE could be. After almost 3 months and 40 blood transfusions, we were so happy to have her home.
Nevaeh’s first hearing test (at 3 months old) was good but eventually we learned that her hearing was slowly fading. At 9 months old, she underwent a test at Sick Kids and we found out that she had 45% hearing loss in her left ear and 55% in her right. It was a good thing we had taught her sign language before that! Now she knows more than i do!
March 18: We had FINALLY gotten married! Our marriage didn’t last long, 8 months. We were both still really young (I was 19, he was 23) But we are still very good friends and we BOTH co-operate in the raising of Nevaeh.
Today, Nevaeh is now 3 years old. She’s got Cerebral Palsy, epilepsy. She’s hearing impaired and visually impaired in her right eye. Despite the odds, she’s beating it all. I’m so proud of her!
