I understand that getting pregnant is truly a sincere mistake. It was for me but, it is something that I am going to have to live with for the rest of my life.
The only thing one can do about it is don’t let it stop your dreams. I know because I have to be alone through my pregnancy and after. My boyfriend is deploying to Afghanistan in a few months. I am terrified that he won’t come back and I will be alone raising a kid. It is bad enough I am going to have to deliver it without him by my side. I am going to try to make the best of it and remember that many other people have it worse than I do. I guess all we can do is have hope and believe that things happen for a reason.
If anyone has any questions or needs some advice let me know. I am more than happy to help.
“Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.” Antoine de Saint-Exupery, “The Little Prince”, 1943 French writer (1900 – 1944)
It feels like just a few days ago I was fretting over how to tell everyone I was pregnant. When I first found out, I panicked. I mean, how could I not? I was 18, living in a strange city about 300 miles away from any family. It is weird because now I look back and I wonder, “What in the world?” I’m not a religious nut, but I do believe in God. I don’t know if I would have been able to get through everything if I didn’t.
It’s one of the hardest things, telling the people who you look up to you are pregnant. It is even harder to tell someone who you want to be proud of you. I never really understood why my sister tried to hide her first pregnancy from our mom; at least I didn’t till I became pregnant. Then everything changed. I felt like I had done something wrong; that I needed to hide. Looking back, I realize that I was scared. I could barely take care of myself, let alone a little one.
Now that little one is six almost seven months old and learning to crawl. She spends most of her time laughing and trying to get into things. I wouldn’t change it for the world.
When you are pregnant, things can seem out of your control. Even when you are not pregnant, they seem out of control. So take my advice, step back, take a deep breath, and imagine the smile on your future son or daughter’s face. Try to imagine a love so strong you wouldn’t believe it existed. Trust me. When and if you decide to have that little one, you will be taken aback by how strong it is.
Heyy everyone!
I need some advice. I’m 2 months pregnant today! And I told my mum and dad. They were the first people I told then I told my boyfriend and me and him are so happy about the news!
My mum and dad said they were too & they acted happy about it too.
Maybe it was all too good to be true! Which it was.
I overheard my mum and dad talking in the living room saying that she should have an abortion again bcoz this is a massive mistake.
And I feel so lost again. I had a abortion 7 months and 3 weeks ago this Monday 23/3 bcoz they both made me! And now I feel they won’t me to go through all that all over again. Me and my boyfriend didn’t want to the first time and we deffo don’t want to do it again it was a massive mistk and I don’t know what to do. I want to keep my baby and I don’t want him/ or her to be taken off me. It would crush me
Any advice?
How do I stand up to them though?
And why can’t they just be happy with my choice?
HELP please, any advice?
Thank you!!! xxxx
January 3rd was the day I crashed.
It was the day of my abortion. Before that, when I was figuring out what I was going to do, I said I wanted to keep it but then everybody kept telling me to get an abortion, that I should get rid of it. I felt everybody looking at me with disgrace; my mom, my dad, my brothers. I know I am very young (14), but I think every girl has their choice. I went through with the abortion. After I walked out of the office, I cried so much. I came home with really bad cramps. When I walked out of the office, I just thought to myself what the hell did I just do? I lay in my bed crying, trying to go to sleep so I could sleep off the pain from the cramps and the pain of knowing what I did. I wish I never did that.
I wish I could go back in time and take back what I did. I was 9 weeks and 2 days. I think about it all the time, wondering if it was going to be a girl or a boy, what I would have named him or her, what he or she would look like, how their smile would be their laugh their cry, how they would look like sleeping. I think about it day and night even still now. I’m hurting so much. It’s like a part of myself died like there’s a part of myself missing but I can’t get it back. I have flashbacks of when I sat up and saw the blood on the table and as I walked out of the office, so many tears fell down my face and breaks my heart in half.
To those girls who are figuring out what they’re going to do, think about how you’re going to feel after it works. I don’t know if this will change your mind but I’m just telling my story…
**I’m sorry that I never gave you a chance.
I’m sorry I did this to you.
I understand if you hate me.
But I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart and I am sorry.
There might be a possibility that I’m pregnant.
I don’t know what’s going on. I want a baby, to be honest.
Me and my boyfriend plan on getting married and having kids just not now. We have the 5-year plan.
I thought having this would help me like get my feelings out.
I want a baby though, but I’m still in school and I would miss his or her childhood 🙁
So we’ll see what happens.
I just thought that I would share my story in a blog and that it may help or influence some other teen mothers or teens trying to become a teen mother.
When I was fifteen years old, I was at home on my couch when my mother asked me if I had my period. Which made me start to think and then I realized that I hadn’t. My mom took me to the doctor for numerous reasons and came to find out I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to think or what to do. There was just an empty feeling in my stomach. My mother began to cry but for some reason, I couldn’t. All I could think about was that I was going to be a mother, and I was going to be responsible for someone else’s life. I followed up with the OBGYN and found out that I was almost three months pregnant. All of a sudden, I went from scared and disappointed to excited. I began to think on what I would name my child and if it was going to be a boy or a girl and how I was going to break it to my baby’s father. I hadn’t talked to my baby’s father since the night that I conceived my baby. Then come to find out he was in jail, so I had no way of contacting him what so ever.
Time came to pass and I met a wonderful guy and he knew I was pregnant and was going to step up to the plate and be there for me and my child. Things were going great, I went to the baby doctor and found out that my baby was a girl! I was kind of disappointed but I didn’t really care as long as I knew she was healthy. Then my beautiful baby girl was born! I had a rough labor and things didn’t go as planned but she was healthy and that was all that mattered to me. My boyfriend, the one I mentioned earlier, was there with me the whole time. He cried when she was born, and he treated her just like she was his. Then my baby’s father got out of jail and I let him know about the baby…
We tried to work things out and he said he wanted to be in her life. So I broke up with my boyfriend and let him step in. He came to see my baby girl when she was 4 months old, he hugged her, and kissed her, and loved on and it melted my heart. But, things didn’t work out between me and him about a week later so he decides to break up with me and deny our beautiful daughter. It was fine with me at the time because I missed my ex anyways, he treated me a lot better. But, at the same time I wanted what was best for my daughter and I thought she needed her father and I didn’t know what exactly was best for her at the time. But, I got back with my ex and he stood by my side for the longest time. Then me and him broke things off and it was just me and my baby girl out there to fend for ourselves!
And here we are today, I’m 17 years old with no job, still in school, no emotional or financial support from anyone.. and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I love my daughter so much and I wouldn’t take her back for the world. She’s my strength and my rock. She is what keeps me going. But, at the same time, my life is in a rut. I’m not getting to do the things other teenagers my age are getting to do, and I’m not getting to live my life to the fullest. And I strongly encourage if you’re a teen TRYING to get pregnant, don’t. Wait until you’re ready.. so you can provide for your baby and you’re financially and emotional stable enough to take care of him or her. Do not bring a baby into this world not knowing how your going to afford it or take care of it.
If you guys need support or anything or have any questions, I’m here and I’d be glad to help!
