Hello Ladies,
I was once 15 and pregnant, like many of you. I am now 35 and my daughter is 19. I thank God every day for giving me the bravery to Stand-Up for my beliefs. I was pressured by her biological father and his family to abort her or put her up for adoption. I stood steadfast in my decision to protect my child. I was the only person at that time who could feel her tiny unborn feet and hands stroke me from inside, as if she were attempting to comfort my broken, aching heart. I have never, ever regretted my decision to “Choose Life.” She is a wonderful, smart, beautiful young woman today.
Love to All,
Braveheart
I’m feeling so isolated and lonely… My friends no longer have time for me and I feel like I have no one to turn to. My boyfriend is always there for me, but he doesn’t really understand what is going on inside this head of mine… and to be honest, neither do I.
I thought that I wanted to keep the baby but no, my head is all over the place. I feel like a complete failure and disappointment to my family, so I still haven’t plucked up the courage to tell my mum. I’m really not ready to be a mum… I’m putting so much weight on and I hate it. I cry over the smallest matters; everything is just so unbearable.
What if i mess up?… I’m gonna be in charge of a life and I can’t even handle my own. This baby deserves the best, and it won’t get that… If I keep it, my boyfriend won’t tell his family because they’re Muslims and they wouldn’t accept it. That means my baby’s dad would be a part-time father and wouldn’t be there for me 100% like i would want him to be. He’s not ready to be a dad either and I don’t think he wants to lose his family. My mum lives in another city so it would be hard for me to get some help from her.
I wish i could turn back time but I know it’s too late… I’m just so lost… I’m not ready to have a child but then again, I’m not ready to kill my baby either. I really don’t know what to do… PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME…
Feb 10 2008…..I think that I have been blessed with the chance again to bring a miracle and precious gift into this world.
My period is late, and I have been having a feeling of being bloated for almost a month now.
I’m still in college and 21 now…. should be my last semester, but I have a few more classes to take before I graduate. Anyway, I’m kind of hoping that I am pregnant. I have an awesome Boyfriend, and I know he’ll be happy.
I just don’t know how I will tell my mom if I am…. I hate disappointing her as I have done many times before.
Hopefully, everything will work out for the best…..
Let’s see…where to begin……
Feb 28 2006…I remember it just like it was yesterday. The day I became really sick and couldn’t get out of the bed for a week. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I thought I was dying. I was 19 and in my second semester of sophomore year of college.
I figured I had the flu and that I would just wait to go to the doc over spring break. Well, spring break finally came and I found out that I was 6 weeks pregnant. I felt nothing, I was numb, didn’t know what to think.
I realized that I couldn’t keep it so I had to do what I felt was right at the time… So I had an abortion in my 10th week. I didn’t know how miserable I would feel afterwards or how this would haunt me for the rest of my life. I find myself wondering about the life my unborn child would’ve had and how my life would have turned out.
After that I vowed to myself if I ever got pregnant again I would keep him or her and love them with every ounce of myself.
I am 20 years old and I had my first abortion 2 weeks ago on January 25.
I have been with this guy for over 2 years and it has been great. One day, we had sex and next thing you know, I never got my period, but it never crossed my mind that I might be pregnant. But I never told him anything until I found out I was pregnant. It was in October that I found out I was pregnant and I told him. Since then, till this day, our relationship went downhill. I wanted to be with him and work things out and I wanted to keep the baby, but he didn’t want to. I didn’t talk about abortion or anything and he did, but I would always change the subject because I wanted him to change his mind. But then our relationship got worse. We broke up after Christmas and he started to talk to another girl and I got so upset and started to think I am not going to raise a child on my own without a father. So I told him I was getting an abortion and he didn’t argue with me.
For me, it was a 3 day process because I was 5 months. I remember every appointment. The first was just signing papers and to see if I was pregnant. They stick these things in my cervix to make it soft for the procedure. The second appointment was just a little check up to put new sticks in my cervix to keep it soft also they did one last ultrasound and stuck 2 needles in my tummy. Those two shots was to stop the baby’s heartbeat. The last appointment, I got hooked up to some IV and I asked to be put to sleep. All I really remember was going in to the operation room, laying down, and having this mask on my face and I fell asleep. I didn’t cry until I got home. When I was trying to sleep, I just couldn’t believe what i have done. I don’t know how to forgive myself in this situation.
Please help me everytime I see a baby or a woman that is pregnant I get depressed.
Hello. I am sixteen years old and pregnant with my first baby girl. It seems weird coming from me- good girl, honor roll student, great family and friends- to be saying this. Surprise- this is my second mistake.
Well, it all began when I met this wonderful guy named Dan (name has been changed). We hit it off really well and began to exclusively date, me not knowing he already had a girlfriend. Very sweet guy, very respectful. About three months into our relationship, I found out I was pregnant. He began with, it wasn’t his, and I’m trying to pin it on him. But eventually, he got used to it, and he was actually excited about it, and had picked out a name and everything, but when I told him I wasn’t going to be keeping it, he was crushed. It had really hurt him.
We continued dating after I had gotten the abortion. A couple months later, I found out I was expecting again. By then, we were beginning to drift apart and well, things were a little rocky. But nevertheless, he stayed with me and we tried 2 make things work. But as an ex-boyfriend came into the picture and was becoming a close friend, Dan couldn’t take it and broke it off with me. I have to admit I still have feelings for him and he has told me he still loves me, but he has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend. Even when his friends have called me degrading names and told him the baby wasn’t him, he stood up and defended my name and said it was. He has always told me he loves the baby very much and would like for her to be named Kristal. He has accepted the idea of being a teen father until one of his acquaintances who he considers very wise, told him he was too young, and didn’t have the knowledge to care for a baby. I told him neither did I, but he has completely made a u turn, and says he won’t be in her life and even denies her sometimes. He has most recently told me to get rid of that *%#%$# baby, and have an abortion. Even though I do not know her yet, I know I love her very much and will not do this to her, not a second time.
My family and friends have been very supportive of me keeping the baby and have always been there for me, I am very thankful for them!
