The life that I wanted was to have me and my family, although I didn’t know it was goin to come so soon…
me being very scared and not knowing how to tell my mother…hiding the growth that was inside of me at only 17 years old. My boyfriend being the happiest person in the world because he’s goin to be a daddy. Me having mixed feelings not knowing what to do. So I decided to wait because I have the type of parent who is all for abortions and things of that nature so I decided to wait till it was too late.

Now me, only 17, not knowing what to do with all these changes that are happening with me and my body and trying to take care of it myself. That didn’t work out too good. I went four and a half months with no doctor visits and no type of prenatal care. So one day, I’m in school and I just start throwing up every where. Now me and my boyfriend know why but no one else has any idea. I then decided that I had to tell my mother because I could no longer go on being sick like this. So I called her with tears in my eyes and my boyfriend by my side while I heard the painful words, “You’re not keeping it.” That’s when I knew what I had to do, fight for my baby.

I became so attached even though I didn’t go to the doctors. I took care of her the best way i knew how. i developed a relationship I talked to my baby and everything. I wanted a girl and I swear I was going to give her the world be the best parent she ever could have had and give her the most love in this world. My mom seemed to think otherwise. She didn’t seem to think that I was even ready to say the word pregnant. She didn’t even ask me what I wanted to do with my baby, so finally I told her. I didn’t want to have an abortion and she then told me that I had to get out of her house and that she wouldn’t help me do anything at all and that if she saw me and her grandchild on the street hungry, that she would just drive off and leave us there. That hurt my feelings so much and I couldn’t do it by myself. I needed her and her help and I had no one but her and my boyfriend and we were both in school so who else did I have?… No one.  So I decided to listen to my mother no matter how much it hurt.

I went to A Woman’s Choices on December 5 and I let that man suck her out of me with tears in my eyes and the most pain in my stomach. I felt terrible and now it hurts even more. I miss my baby so much and I think about her everyday and I pray that the Lord forgives me because I had no other choice. But now I’m feeling like it was meant for me to have a baby because now here I am almost 3 months later and possibly pregnant again!… And this time, I refuse  to have an abortion and I mean that!