I am looking for people who are willing to tell their stories for a book for teenage mothers and fathers.
Your name wouldn’t be with your story so people wouldn’t know that it’s you unless you want them to know. I would also love some pictures, but don’t feel pressured. I am going to be getting it published once it’s done and I would love for other teenagers to hear other people’s stories besides mine so they know that they’re not alone.
You can email your story to teenmommies4ever@gmail.com. I’d love to hear from you all! If you have any questions, feel free to email and ask! Thanks!
So I am 16 and I had a daughter that was a victim of an abortion…..
So yea, a lot of people say that it is okay to get one but it is killing your child…
THEY HAVE FINGERNAILS AND EYES AT 2 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, where to start? I am new to this site, obviously. I am sixteen years old, I will be seventeen next week. I am about thirteen weeks pregnant.
Being completely honest, I was petrified at first. My boyfriend, eighteen years old, and I have been together on and off for the last three years. Telling him , and getting his reaction, is what scared me most. All guys will say they want kids, until the moment comes. Surprisingly, he was happy. Neither of our parents know, but that is for certain reasons. I can honestly say no matter what, I really think my boyfriend and I will be by each other’s side no matter what. When we were not in a relationship we still talked everyday. He has always been my best friend. I haven’t gone to the doctor yet, I’m making my way there though.
Wish me luck! <3
I should be writing this assignment — I am already one day late.
But I don’t want to. I want to write here. I don’t even know what I want to write.
I want to write that I am a woman. That I love being a woman. To be able to have life grow in me, to be able to face this world with dignity, and to be able to treat my body like a temple.
I sometimes wonder what is wrong with me. I am just so in love with life and everything sometimes, for no particular reason at all. The world can be falling down around me, and I let it fall, I let it all burn, and I smile during the fall.
If it ends, let it end in a stunning display of sparkles.
And then one day, without even realising I had being falling, falling for a while now, one message, just a few words, from somebody whose face I had not seen for over a month; and I feel like somebody just caught me in their arms. I don’t know for how long they will hold me, or if they will drop me now and I will keep on falling.
All I can do is smile and be happy, and not be afraid of what’s around the corner.
I feel loved. At least one person, at least in words, tells me that they care about me a lot.
I just feel happy.
I am 7 months pregnant, I just turned 17 and I am still with my boyfriend but he is not the father of my child.
At first, I was scared of being pregnant. How am I going to provide, how will I finish school, how will I tell my mom. But long before I knew it, I started to think like a mom, things began to become easier and started to fall into place. And now I cannot be any happier. I’m going to be a mom.
For those out there, anything you may be going through, feel free to talk or ask me, I’ve been there, done that, and I’m still going. I would like to share anything I can because I know how scary things can be.
This is the first time I have shared my story of my pregnancy and my baby girl properly.
When I was in College, I got pregnant by my long-term boyfriend and although a shock at the time, we soon became very excited by the prospect of becoming parents. We both love kids and come from large families so knew we could do it and have support. Unfortunately, the excitement was fairly short-lived. At only 24 weeks, I started to get cramps, immediately went to the doctor’s who told me I was going into labour. My heart sank, I knew that my baby girl would be too small and was not ready to come into the world. But there was nothing that could be done when we got to the hospital as I was already 8 cm dilatated.
My baby girl was born on October 4th, 2004, we named her Mya. She was so tiny but so beautiful. However, our worst fears were confirmed. Her little body was too small and fragile to fight for long. She died the same day. Mine and my boyfriend’s world fell apart, but through everything, we had each other and slowly, life goes on.
It has now been 3 and a half years since our baby girl came into the world and left us. Me and my boyfriend are still together and are stronger than ever. There is not a day goes past when we don’t think about her, and we hope she knows that we love her and always will. We are beginning to look to starting a family again in the future, but know that no child will ever replace Mya. She will be forever in our hearts and minds and we will always cherish the few precious minutes we had with her.
I know there are girls on this website that have unfortunately been through similar situations. /i felt the time was right to share my story and try to help others in the same situation. It anyone needs support or advice, I don’t claim to be an expert, but just leave me a message.
