My husband and I are starting the process of adopting a baby and wow, what a beautiful thing these women are doing for their child and the adoptive couple(s). The ladies are doing this to give their unborn child a really great chance at life. Their reasons vary, but they all have one thing in common, and that is to give their baby what they can’t. We are looking both at surrogacy, as well as adoption.
I had an abortion many years ago and it was truly the very worst thing I have ever done. I was young, knew I couldn’t take care of a child, and my parents were set on me having an abortion. That was in 1984. I was put in the hospital by an ob/gyn that was a “friend of the family” and went through the process. After it was done, I ended up staying in the hospital for 5 days due to some complications. Not only did I have the abortion, but I ended up going through 2 days of contractions/cramps, blood loss, and the destruction of my reproductive organs. I carry that guilt with me every day of my life, and I wish I had known about the options that were available to me. I know the procedure is much more safe now, but at that time, I wasn’t even admitted to the hospital to have an abortion. Due to legal issues(?), the ob/gyn admitted me under the pretense of having some other ailment.
Now I can’t have children, but can’t even begin to describe the longing for a child to hold and give the best possible life and love he/she could ever want or need. I’m 36 now, am stable in my career, have a home that is paid for, a great husband, but the emptiness of not having a child is like a part of my soul is missing. I know that we will get our bundle of joy one day, and I hope we will also be helping someone that really needs it as well.
To all of you, no matter what your choice, I wish you the very best of luck!
Heii, I am 15 yearsz 0ld and 7 m0nthsz pregant wiith my 1st baby.
I’ve been g0ii0n 0ut with my b0yfriiend f0r a year n0w we met through friiendsz and went 0ut instantly. He wasz my first and wiil be my last!!
Me and my b0yfriiend went 2 the d0ct0r t0o see iif ii wasz pregnant. He wasz 0ok with iit. He wasz happy and that made me happy… I t0ld my m0m that ii wasz pregnant. She was 0ok with iit him. Sure, she wasen’t pr0ud but she wasz and stiill iisz supp0rtiive!!!
I m0ved in with my b0yfriiend. He iisz 19, d0sent have hiisz 0wn place. He liives wiith hiis m0m and dad and tw0 0ther br0thers but he d0 w0rk and make pretty g00d m0ney. He liike the best b0yfriiend ever butt…….
S0metiimes I feel al0ne, liike I s0me h0w left 0ut……. I hang 0ut wiith my friiendsz but ii s0metiimes get the feeliin liike iif ii g0 0ut, I’m g0iin 2 get hurt and s0methiin bad iisz g0nna happen 2 me and the baby. S0 ii d0nt hang 0ut wiith my friendsz that much and I thiink s0o much. I can’t g0 2 sleep at night and iif I d0 sleep, iitsz 0nly liike f0r a c0uple 0f h0ursz. I d0n’t really liike d0iin anythiin cusz I have a pr0blem wiith trust and I d0n’t really wanna tell my m0m 0r b0yfriend ab0ut whatsz g0iin 0n with me cusz I d0n’t want them 2 thiink I’m crazy 0r that when the baby c0mes, I can’t handle iit. Help!!!
Tell me what I sh0uld d0!!!
One night, when my brothers were out and my parents went to sleep, I snuck him into my room. I don’t know what I was getting myself into but that night I lost my virginity at only 13 years old. I remember that it was painful and not wonderful even though I already knew what it was going to be like from the start.
A week later, I told one of my closest cousins and I trusted in her. So she of course asked me if I used protection but I hadn’t that night. I started feeling dizzy most of the time so I went to Rite Aid to buy a home pregnancy test. My family had always told me that my mom was always the first one to figure out that they were pregnant even though they were only a couple of months, so of course I was scared. I took the test and sat waiting in my bathroom for 5 minutes when I glanced at the test and it had two pink lines. Not one but two, so it meant I was pregnant. I started crying and thought about my options but before anything, I wasn’t going to have an abortion because it’s like killing an innocent person for no reason so that was out of my mind. Then I thought about adoption, but I knew that was out to because I didn’t want to grow older and wonder about him/her.
I called my cousin and told her the news but instead of being disappointed, she was happy. I was happy just thinking that I was carrying a life in me. I thought about telling my parents a while later but instead I told them when I was three months pregnant. They asked me when I found out and I told them that I just found out that month. Of course, I was lying and during those three months, I was telling them I was going to a friend’s house but instead, I was going to the doctor’s for my prenatal care. I knew that my life was going to change dramatically but it didn’t matter. I didn’t tell the baby’s father because I already knew that he wasn’t going to be there. I was walking through middle school, only in 8th grade, pregnant. People noticed but instead of saying mean things, they were supporting me all through out, even the principal. I live in San Fernando, California so I had an option of staying in school or going on independent study, which is a teacher coming to my house twice a week to tutor me. I chose to stay in school until my 9th month, two weeks before my due date. My parents were still not talking to me as much but I had other family members that were there for me. When I turned fourteen on Dec 6, I was already 8 months pregnant. On Jan 8 of this year, I gave birth of to Jovanni Minor.
He was 7 pounds, 18 ounces, 21 inches long. It was a great experience of mine. Even though I didn’t have that many problems, I still know what other teenagers are going through at any time. I still get to go out 3 days a week with my friends when my mom babysits (she loves to) so my whole teenage life is going to be normal. My baby’s dad still doesn’t know that my baby is his too but I guess he does have a right to know. I’m not sure if I’m going to tell him now that my baby is 7 months old.
So to all teenage mommies and mommies-to-be, everything is going to be alright. All you have to do is believe and think about the wonderful things ahead of you. And if you’re a teen girl and want to have a baby, I’m not saying not to but think about really hard and ask yourself one question: ARE YOU READY TO SUPPORT YOUR BABY? Because most teen dads leave you for somebody else and he Will neglect you and your baby. There is some out there that care but those rarely pop out .
And if you’re pregnant and thinking about abortion, don’t do it. You’ll fell bad about later. Have the baby and if you still can’t or won’t take care of him/her, there are other couples out there that can’t have a baby.
I just turned 19 a few months ago and my mother just had a baby, a beautiful little girl, that I help take care of as if she were my own. I’ve decided to help my mother and be a full-time babysitter while she goes to work so she can support the baby, my younger brother, and sadly, me.
About 3 weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant, my fiancée is very happy but I’m lost and confused. My fiancée may be ready since he is 26 but I am far from ready. How will I help my mother and support my baby? I know my fiancée can work but he can only work so much. I won’t be able to work since I’ll be babysitting and I can’t ask my mother to pay me the point of me watching the baby was so she didn’t need to worry about another expense. Also, how am I going to deal with my little sister while I’m pregnant? I know many do this when they have their second child: but they’ve dealt with pregnancy at least once. Whereas I haven’t, so I don’t know how to react to my changing body. How will I help when I can barely help myself when I’m puking and dizzy?
I can’t even tell my mother yet for fear she might tell me that she wants me to have an abortion. The only things that relieve me is that I at least have prenatal care and my first prenatal appointment is this coming Thursday and my fiancée is very supportive. I hope I can make the right decision for me and my baby…
Agata Mroz, a famed Polish volleyball champion, died one month ago today at the age of 26.
The daughter of basketball and volleyball coaches, Agata became a superstar in her home country when she led the Polish national volleyball team to European championships in 2003 and 2005. When she wasn’t competing in international competition, she was leading her Polish-league team to championships in 2003, 2004, and 2006, and guiding a Spanish-based team to victory in 2007. Once nicknamed the “great wall of China” for her excellence as a blocker, she had a knack for turning what seemed to be opponents’ advantages into points for her side.
Her fame was magnified by her beauty, which helped to make the stunning six-foot-three-inch slender blonde a regular fixture in newspapers, magazines, and on television. She was one of the principal reasons why the Polish women’s volleyball team ended up being dubbed the “Golden Girls,” a testimony not only to their fair hair and multiple gold medals in international competition, but to their marketing draw.
She was a very popular player among her teammates. One of them, Dorota Świeniewicz, said about her constant cheerfulness. “It was incredible seeing the joy she had with each point she won, her hands up in the air; this gesture was typical of Agata after a successful serve, block, or attack and it will stick in my mind forever.”
She also had a positive, mature influence on her coaches. Coach Andrzej Niemczyk recalled, “She was a wonderful, smiling, and honest girl. During one of the camps in Szczyrk, I sat up late in a bar with a glass of whisky. It was way past midnight when I heard someone entering the bar. Agata sat next to me, took my arm, and said, ‘Coach, you need some sleep because there are two training sessions tomorrow,’ and she took me away from the bar. She took care of me.”
When Agata was 17, she was diagnosed with myelodysplastic syndrome, a collection of disorders that prevent the bone marrow from producing sufficient blood cells. Some forms of MDS progress to leukemia, and Agata’s did. In the prime of her sports career, Agata needed to take a sabbatical in 2007 to fight the disease. The first part of her treatment involved many blood transfusions. When her fans discovered that she needed blood, they formed a queue to be donors, giving 3,170 pints.
Her condition worsened as she was preparing to marry Jacek Olszewski on June 9, 2007, leaving her too ill to go on a honeymoon. Because of her illness, doctors cautioned her against getting pregnant, but she tried anyway. She was realistic about her slim prospects to beat the disease and, if she were going to die, she at least hoped to be able to give life.
She became pregnant soon after marrying. “The news about the child made me feel lucky again,” she said in a February news interview. “I felt happy that I would know what it is to be a mother and that I would give my husband something good of myself.”
A few weeks later, doctors discovered her cancer had progressed. They told her that she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant, but she opted to wait until after delivery to receive the transplant lest she imperil her child’s life. She clearly knew the risk she was taking, but considered the reward worth the danger, putting her child’s life above her own. She gave premature birth to a daughter, Lilliana, on April 4.
By the time of childbirth, her immune system was so compromised that her doctors did not allow her to hold Lilliana, except to touch her palms briefly before she was moved to another hospital in preparation for the transplant, which was done on May 21. The doctors said that it would take ten days to a month for the new bone marrow to begin to function properly. On Wednesday June 4, however, she caught an infection and despite her doctors’ best efforts and her fighting spirit, they were not able to save her life.
Five days later, on what would have been the first anniversary of her marriage, she was buried from the Church where she had joyfully exchanged vows. Her funeral was preceded by two days of mourning in her native Tarnow. At the beginning of the Mass, which was attended by thousands, her husband Jacek rolled a stroller with a sleeping Lilliana to the front of the Church and placed an orange rose next to her remains.
In his homily, the celebrant of the Mass, Bishop Marian Florczyk, said that Agata’s life is a witness of “love of life, motherhood, the desire to give life and the heroic love of an unborn child.” He added that she had “passed into a different world, to a different team, to our primary Coach.”
Agata Mroz learned the lessons of sports and applied them in life. Accustomed to giving all she had on the court, Agata indeed gave the best of herself to her husband and every last ounce of herself to her daughter. She learned that there were things more important than herself, and she valued Lilliana’s life more than her own — even before she was conceived.
Hello. I’m 18 and I just graduated high school last May. I just found out about a month ago that I’m pregnant.
I’m thankful to be having this baby. However, I am scared out of my mind. I will be going to college in the fall. and doing school, work, and this pregnancy will be challenging. I just hope that I will succeed because when my baby is born, I want to give him/her the best life possible… Which I know will be hard considering my age and my living style.
The father though is still in the picture which I am thankful for, and I hope that he remains.
