Life has been very hard for me because of the fact that I have been prego three times and each time, I miscarried.
I’m prego now, and I just want people to pray and bless me. I have been with my boyfriend for almost five years and we have been struggling with the fact that my body keeps rejecting the babies so I thought I couldn’t carry.
So just pray for me
Hi,
My partner and I have been trying for a baby for 11 months now. Anyway, let’s cut to the chase shall we. My periods are regular and my normal cycle lasts for approximately 31-32 days. My last period began on the 1st October and during this time, my partner and I had the usual sex routine. However, on the 28th of October, to my surprise, I got my period. I have experienced early periods before, but this time, my period only lasted 2-3 days and I didn’t lose a lot of blood, which is very strange as my periods are fairly heavy. I have also been experiencing pain in my breast and very tender nipples which stick out. I also am feeling a bit of nausea, but I’m not sure if this is down to nerves. I also have headaches.
I just wanted to know if anyone has experienced similar problems as I am stuck and don’t know what to do.
Thanks
I have a very complicated story, so i will just outline it.
I am 19 years old and I have 3 kids. I have a 3 year old boy who is a little monster, but I love him lots and wouldn’t change him for the world, he was born in September 2004, just after my 16th birthday. I have a little girl who was unfortunately still born in November 2006. My third is my bump on the way, who is due in March of next year.
My little boy and my little girl were conceived because of my stepdad abusing me. But I wasn’t having an abortion as they were my flesh and blood and had done no wrong. My bump was conceived out of a loving relationship, but he ran away when I told him I was pregnant.
To complicated things more, I have just started a degree in pediatrics nursing, so if I can anyone can. I was just determined to prove that teenage mums are not useless and that we can make something of our lives. As well as giving our kids what they need and the best futures possible.
So that’s a little bit bout me. Contact me if you want any more info or help.
It’s funny, but I feel old talking to some people on StandUpGirl. They may be older than me, but their children are younger, and I can somehow look at them and say — wow, I was once in that position.
Not just on StandUpGirl. It’s funny, even talking to a forty-year-old with a two-month-old, I feel a little bit older. In no way can I call it superiority, just more experience: and doesn’t that feel FUNNY when you’re talking about someone twenty-one years older than you!
The days just slip by. Nobody seems to notice. People who haven’t seen you for a while say, Wow, your son’s gotten bigger, but you see him every day. For you, it’s just a constant routine of games, sleep time, story time, bath time, making him feel better after a fall, lunch…. Life somehow doesn’t work in ways where you say, okay, he is six months and five days old today, and only today, I’m going to make the most of it. There’s laundry to do, bills to pay, articles to write…
But one moment made me pause today. I was going through the big mountain of washed clothes that is lying in my bedroom at the moment — yes, still, at this very moment — and looking at all the long-sleeved shirts that Alex will never wear again. Why? Because by the time next year comes, he will be three, and he will have no need for a size that small.
Something moved me about that. Something nostalgic, even though this past winter was a hard one and not too full of excessively happy memories. Nevertheless, I suddenly realised time had somehow slipped by. Winter had turned to summer once again, and the boy taking up the whole bed right now is no longer the little child I cradled next to my breast and nursed to sleep.
How long have we known each other now?! Oh dear, three years, one month now! I can barely comprehend how he grew up to be this big. Taking up the whole bed, in the 90th percentile for height, a miniature version of me as a male with big ears is sleeping on the bed, on a little bed — not a cot anymore. When as a little baby, he used to shake the bars because he wanted me to rock him to sleep, and I would eventually give in.
It’s been a long road. Never in my life would I have seeing this at five months pregnancy, when I was sitting in our flat, having my first proper conversation as I felt the first kicks of his little feet. I could not have possibly seen the future when he was just a little newborn, his lip curled and forever crying, rocking him to sleep in the hospital — I could not see myself as a mother with a two and a half year old, the personality that would cause me to develop.
I did not see the twists my life would take — I had no clue that I would get an emergency flat, that I would live in government housing, go to uni, study journalism and international relations, and battle with my own demons, as I’m hoping thus far, successfully.
To make things worse, in about six months, I will be twenty — I will stop being a teen. As stigmatized as being a teenage mother is, I feel a bit odd hitting twenty. I know, strange. Alex will be three. I cannot imagine what sort of parenting that will require of me — of course, I will know as day slips into another day, as changes come subtly…
It just feels strange that now, these days, I can look back on certain events, and say calmly, I have been there. I can turn around calmly to those who made prophecies about me during my pregnancy, and face them with the real facts. I can look at newborns, and remember what lessons I learned from that, even give advice if asked.
Jeez, there’s a long road ahead of me….but I do sense that I’m getting older.
And I’m sure there’ll be another twist to my life quite soon too….
I was 15 when I found out I was pregnant. I took a number of tests to make sure I was. I never thought this would happen to me out of all the people. I knew, even when my mum got pregnant at such a young age, you would of thought I would of known better. I was the last out of my main friends to have sex, but the first to get pregnant. How bizarre.
It all started when I met this lad through one of my friends. He was much older than me; he was 19, but he was a nice genuine lad and treated me like I meant something. We started talking then it all began from there, I guess. I used to go to his house a lot of the time but I wasn’t cining him. I didn’t want to get cining anyone after my last relationship ended badly. He picked me up from places, he was always there when I needed him sometimes. I never respected him for what he used to do, but you learn from your mistakes, I guess. I slept at his house a number of times, but he never once tried anything on with me. Finally, I ended up getting with him. It was going great. Then one night, I had sex with him using no contraception. How stupid of me.
I got up that morning and told my best mate and she took me straight to the walking centre for the morning after pill. I thought to myself, I’m never going to have unprotective sex again. But saying one thing & doing another is something else. I had unprotective sex with him a number of times but one time we did it. I just knew I was pregnant from then on but I never thought to check. My friends were saying I should check just in case so my first pregnancy test came up positive but I just knew it wasn’t right, I can’t be. Then I took another 2 tests and it still didn’t convince me that I was. So early September, I went to the walking centre and took one with the doctor and she said I was. My feelings that day were indescribable. It just felt like my whole world was crashing down & there was nothing I could do about it. Still, I was in denial about myself. Where was I meant to go from there?.
I told my sister first that I was. I remember her face looking disappointed in me, a face of shame & anger but she was there for me every step of the way, & I thanks her for everything, she’s irreplaceable. Then I told my main friends but it was difficult. They all had mixed feeling and opinions about me, but I wasn’t too fussed what they fought as long as I knew what was going on. It was a long hard decision I had to make, with one of my mates being a strong believer that abortion was wrong. It confused me even more & I felt like I couldn’t think about what I wanted and what was for the best. I knew the next person I had to tell was my boyfriend. After all, he was the father & he did have a right to know. It felt really hard to tell him I was. I thought he would just leave me, and call me a stupid girl or something. I really didn’t know what to expect.
That night, I phoned him. I was very nervous, and worried about what he would say, but he was very supportive & offered to come down to see if I was okay and that, so it wasn’t really something for me to get worked up about!. That night, I ended up finishing him. I knew it was for the best, i mean if he can’t be bothered to use a condom then why should i be arsed with him. Days went on & I became weaker & weaker as time passed on. Being unable to talk to anyone or discuss what I was going through was tearing me apart. Some days, I would come home from school and cry for hours on end. I just felt like nothing could become any worse than what it already was. Weeks passed on & my sister was telling me I need to make a decision & stick by it. I fought long and hard that night, thinking about positive & negative points. I finally came to the decision that I would abort the baby. I mean, I had no money, no life, and no father what could I offer the baby. I had nothing left to give. I told my friends about my final decision. People tried to change my mind but I had to stick to my guns and thinks about what was best, i just ignored other people’s opinions & tried to act as normal as I could. I mean, what else could I do. Then the nights when I got in from school, that was when I broke down and showed my true feelings towards what was happening.
Abortion day: I remember this day as if it yesterday. Friday, the 12th of October, I got up early that morning as the appointment was at half past 9. I remember getting up that day & getting ready, but crying & shaking. It was unstoppable I couldn’t stop it. Millions of things were running wild round my head. I couldn’t focus on anything except what was I was about to do. We arrived at the hospital and sat in a room, waiting to be called in. There was lots of other girls in the room. They were much younger than I was 13, 14. It was weird sitting there, knowing all these other girls where going through the same things I was going through. I just sat there. I tried to focus myself. Time after my name was called out, it felt like being called in the headmaster’s office when you’ve done something wrong, Just sayin someone’s name means their next in line to get rid of this little life inside of me. I Came into the doctor’s office and then this man was sayin I can back out of this at anytime. I didn’t even think. I just said no & tried not to think about it. After the first pill, I didn’t feel anything. My mind was taking the pain for me. My emotions were all over the place. I couldn’t think straight. I remember coming out of the office and crying for the first time in front of my siter, I felt ashamed. My sister just said stay strong, you don’t want to worry the other girls. When I took the second pill, the pain was horrible. It was like having cramp pains but for hours on end. That day ended so fast. It was the biggest choice I’ve ever made and to be honest, I feel like I regret doing what I did, but you have to keep your head up and move on cause you can’t change the past.
From then on, let’s just say it been a long & difficult journey, it’s not something you just forget about. Every morning I get up, I think about what I’ve done. It will live on forever in my heart.
This website has help me express what I’ve been through. It’s something that other people have been though, so I guess it’s someone to talk to & I hope lots of other girls can read my blog and refer to me. (:
I’ve been having a lot of problems lately with my boyfriend. Everything turns into an argument!!! It’s so frustrating…
Everyone tells me I should leave him… but I love him to death…….. I’m 3 months pregnant with his baby. I’m a pretty insecure person so, along with the hormones going on, it is driving me crazy. We can’t go two hours without arguing about something stupid. He always has to be right, and he never takes responsibility for his own actions. Yet I can’t leave him. He’s my baby’s father! I know that people do it all the time on their own, but I couldn’t handle the stress b/c I don’t have my family to support me financially. So I have to do it all myself. My boyfriend doesn’t have a job yet either. I work two jobs & I go to school! Which I can’t possibly do for much longer when I start getting further along. Thanx to me workin, we got about 300$ in the bank that I’ve been saving up with. We share his bank account under his name, which I know is dangerous cuz he could take it. But I trust him that he deff wouldn’t do that b/c it’s for our baby. We just got into another fight just now, about him not gettin enuff sleep & that’s his own fault cuz he didn’t go to bed till 4 am and it’s almost 2:30 now and I gotta go to work at 4 and I wanna spend some time with him, but he just keeps yellin at me everytime I try to wake him up & he made me cry. :[ IDK what 2 do.
I REALLY, really don’t want to do this but I’m thinkin if I don’t get into this school for pregnant girls, then I’m gonna have 2 quit school. Cuz I’m 17 and I’m still a sophomore. I got 2 years left and I’m supposed to be havin my baby in May. I can’t think str8 right now. I’m pretty pissed off at my boyfriend right now. Right after we fought, he went right back to bed and he got up for like 5 mins wanting to bring me home cuz I “was annoying him.” How is he tired if he doesn’t work and he ain’t pregnant. I’m the one who worked last night and he didn’t do jack. He didn’t even go job hunting like he said he would. I’m about ta go off on him.
