So my story begins when I moved to a new city and transferred to a new school.
This school isn’t the best one out there. I was one of few white people, which wasn’t a problem, just a different environment for me. I was a freshman and I met this boy, he was a sophomore. When I met him, I asked if he did any drugs or was a virgin or not. He said no and yes to the virgin. I eventually found out that he lied about drugs when he came to school high on weed and I tasted it on his lips. And me, having trouble with men my entire life, I clung to him anyway. One night, I asked him to promise me to never pressure me into having sex, he did. The next day, I went to his house, alone. (I don’t know how I got away with any of this!) And we ended up having sex. It wasn’t completely his fault, or mine. It was both of us. But after that, it just got out of control. I ended up smoking weed with him. My life was a mess and I couldn’t even see it.
When my dad went to prison, it got even worse. we were on and off from February to June. On the last day of school, I was high and went to his house and he and I ended up having sex. I got caught trying to sleep over so I was grounded from everything. When I missed my period, I told my mom everything. Thinking that she would understand because she got pregnant at 17. But no, I was wrong. A lot of stuff went down, but what basically happened when I told him and his mom, they all wanted me to get an abortion. Nobody wanted my baby except for me. And what I thought was an appointment with my doctor to check the baby, was actually a meeting at the abortion clinic. I went through with it because I couldn’t take care of my baby all by myself and he didn’t deserve the kind of life I’ve had.
I have had postpartum depression for months. I want to cry every time someone talks about a baby. My sister had her baby exactly nine months from the day I got pregnant. It killed me. I haven’t had any contact with him since I moved away so that I could start a new year with nobody knowing anything about my past. Not a single person knows about the pregnancy or drinking and drugs in my new town. I feel horrible about my decision. I always replay the event when the abortion lady asked if I was being forced to do this and I said no.
That’s my story.
Word got back to me that I am not taking care of my kids Properly. They said I don’t care anything for them or my boyfriend so here it is.
I love him to death, but death is not enough when it comes to my kids. I would do anything for him, but I would go to the Extreme for my kids. If something were to happen to him, I would be devastated. But if something were to happen to my kids, the world would be devastated. What I would do for him, you can’t even imagine. What I would do for my kids, there aren’t enough words that I know of. How could I feel love and go all out the way for someone who has hurt me? My answer: oh that’s easy because he has given me 3 wonderful kids and I fell in love 3 times after he hurt me.
I know my kids could never leave me because they are counting on me to keep them safe, warm, and loved.
My Symptoms
First Noticeable Symptoms:
– Nausea
– Missed period
– Headaches
– Dizziness
– Vomiting
– Moody
– Fatigue
– Irritability
– Restlessness
Symptoms that occurred later on
– Food cravings
– Food aversions & Aversions to smells
– Constipation – Back pains
– Gall Bladder attack (rare – 16 weeks 3 days)
– Forgetfulness
– Heartburn
– Bleeding gums
– Nose bleeds
– Stuffy nose (prone to getting colds)
– Emotional (been there whole pregnancy, but got worse)
I really don’t know what happened. I can’t believe how dumb I was. I’m having a lot of trouble with 1 baby. Nobody is helping me. My mom is overworking now. I haven’t heard a word from my dad since he left us and I was scared my baby wouldn’t have a crib to sleep in.
My baby daddy from my first baby is in jail and I’m praying I’m not pregnant. If I am pregnant, I don’t know what I could do, really. If I am pregnant, this baby daddy is different I hope. Funny how before all this pregnant thing, I used to be the one saying “I’m mature. I can’t take care of myself and I would NEVER be like my friends.” Now I’m in a worse position them most of them. Most of them have their baby daddy helping them or their family. Me. I do online schooling which is hard at times too but it helps. I have to go babysit somebody else’s kids for money while taking care of my own baby. I do anything I can think I can do to help me get a little bit of money. My mom does give me some, but not enough. Now that I’m a mom, I look at my mom and say “I’m never going to be like her or my dad” I’m NEVER going to leave my child. Really, I’m scared. At times, I’m like why am I scared. And my sister told me, “It’s because moms are scared” Maybe she’s right. But really, I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and now I’m wishing to go back in time and change but I can’t. I only had 1 life and I chose to go in the wrong direction. My friends don’t call or stop by. And I’m not going to their house because I can’t. They can come and they choose not to. I also heard people tell me that they talk about behind my back. I can’t imagine all the things they’ll say if I really am pregnant, again but what can I do about it, really? I’m 1 person and there’s a million of them. All I can do is hold my chin up. I don’t regret having my daughter.
She’s the best thing in my life but how can I raise 2?
Maykenize Carson Faith is my 3rd Pregnancy. I’m 21 weeks and 2 days pregnant… She was a gift from my late daughter Carson Marie Dawn who passed away on September 24, 2010.
Here is the meaning of her name… Maykenize was the name I fell in love with when I was 10 years old… Carson is in memory of my late daughter and Faith is since I was given faith that I was able to carry and give birth to another baby after my accident…. My boyfriend and I found a perfect place we move in on April 10th, a couple of weeks before I have my baby girl… She is due July 27th, but I’m having her on June 27th, a month early by c-section due to damage still, and wouldn’t be able to have her natural way…
I’m turning 16 and I’m pregnant with triplets.
My parents are very supportive but my babies’ dad isn’t. I live in Australia and my pregnancy is becoming complicated. I am showing a lot already and my blood pressure is too high. I am meant to stay in bed for the rest of the pregnancy but I’m stressing out. How am I going to raise three babies as a single mum?
I really need some advice. Please help me.
