My husband and I are going to start trying to have a baby.
This decision has made me extremely happy. Knowing that sometime soon we’ll have our own little bundle of joy makes me feel like life is all the more worth living. I have too much love to give to only have my husband to give it to, and he feels the same way.
So, we want a baby. It’s going to be amazing.
Hey everyone. I am 21 and the mother of a beautiful 3-year-old baby girl, and expecting again any day now. If you have the time, I would like you to sit back, relax, and listen to my story.
In June, I had met my ex at Tim Horton’s. He worked there and I had just moved to a new town and was trying to meet new people. I was with a friend who introduced us and we immediately hit it off. We hung out everyday and decided to start “seeing” each other. He was 4 years older than me and had a job, so of course, at 17 years old, I was thinking, “Right on, I caught a good one.”
July 15th: My best friend was murdered. I had known him since I was 3 so I went into super denial and kept telling my boyfriend that he was coming back. He did everything in his power to console me and stayed with me pretty much everyday, and eventually, he moved into my dad’s house with me.
November 1st: I came home from work and he had decided to stay up and wait for me (I worked the night shift). I laid down beside him and he said “You know I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?” I told him to shut up and turned around. I saw the look on his face and asked him “OMG, were you serious?” He nodded and I said yes.
November 30: My life had completely turned around. I found out I was pregnant. I kept thinking, ‘What am I going to do? I’m still just a child myself, how am I supposed to raise one?’ At that point in my life, I had nothing. I was into drugs and spent all my extra money (after I paid rent) on extasy. I hadn’t done drugs for a couple weeks beforehand so I knew the baby was safe. I tried to turn to my mom, but she didn’t wanna listen. He and I decided to carry on with the pregnancy and as time went further, we would decide what to do.
April 1st: 5 months pregnant. My first ultrasound, YAY! The technologist was asking me a bunch of questions that I thought may have been routine, ‘have I had any recent infections? have I been sick?’ etc. When I went into the Dr’s office she told me there’s a problem. “You have low amniotic fluid, which means you have caught an infection, You’re not going to able to hold this baby past 6 months.” I was torn. My baby was sick. I realized that this baby was special, this baby was mine.
I was sent to a high risk pregnancy hospital in Toronto, Ont. When I was 6 1/2 months pregnant, I was admitted into the hospital for 2 1/2 weeks and sent over to Sick Children’s hospital and had to undergo multiple tests such as fetal echocardiograms, fetal MRIs, blood tests, and the whole bit. I also found out that my baby was a girl. He and I decided on the name Nevaeh (heaven spelt backwards). I found out that the infection I had caught was called Cytomegalovirus or CMV. I really dont feel like explaining everything so you could google it if you’d like and ask me if you have any questions.
My daughter, Nevaeh Georgia Anne Hope, was born on August 5th, at 4:00 pm via c-section, weighing 2 lb 10 oz, 35 cm long. She was bruised from head to toe. We were told she wouldn’t make it past 3 hours. We were devastated. As soon as she was born, she had to undergo a blood transfusion.
October 27th: My baby girl finally came home! She was still so tiny, 4 lb, 11 oz, but she was as healthy as SHE could be. After almost 3 months and 40 blood transfusions, we were so happy to have her home.
Nevaeh’s first hearing test (at 3 months old) was good but eventually we learned that her hearing was slowly fading. At 9 months old, she underwent a test at Sick Kids and we found out that she had 45% hearing loss in her left ear and 55% in her right. It was a good thing we had taught her sign language before that! Now she knows more than i do!
March 18: We had FINALLY gotten married! Our marriage didn’t last long, 8 months. We were both still really young (I was 19, he was 23) But we are still very good friends and we BOTH co-operate in the raising of Nevaeh.
Today, Nevaeh is now 3 years old. She’s got Cerebral Palsy, epilepsy. She’s hearing impaired and visually impaired in her right eye. Despite the odds, she’s beating it all. I’m so proud of her!
I had an abortion not over a week ago. That was the biggest regret of my life.
I had my heart set on keeping my baby. Just to hold my baby and play with my baby and most important, to love my baby. That’s all I had asked for. When I found out I was pregnant, it was a shock to me. But I knew what I wanted to do – keep it. My boyfriend didn’t agree with this. He wanted to keep it but he said it weren’t the best choice to make. It would ruin our lives, and we couldn’t be together. It was a choice of my baby or my boyfriend. I love both of them. I regret having an abortion.
When I was little, I would always dream of having my own baby. Someone that would look at me and say “that’s my mummy.” Someone I could love. I didn’t know it would affect me this much. I absolutely hate what I did. I was 8 weeks pregnant when I had an abortion. I know the due date of my baby as well. I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this. It’s like nobody understands. They say they do, but if they haven’t been through an abortion, then they wouldn’t. I get bad dreams when I go sleep, even looking at my teddies hurt me. My boyfriend bought me a teddy on the day of the abortion, on the teddy’s paws it says “baby girl.” Looking at the teddy reminds me of my abortion and my baby. I wish i could turn back time. I shouldn’t have listened to anybody because now I’m suffering for what others wanted me to do.
I want my baby back.
Hi, I am 15 and 26 weeks pregnant. This was the most unplanned pregnancy. Me and the baby’s father have been dating for only 7 months now.
He is behind me 100% so is his family. My family left me for the streets cuz I became pregnant. It’s been hard the last few months with me and me boyfriend. He has bipolar so he gets mad really easy. So it’s hard to talk to him and his family becuz they don’t know what I am going through, not having no one to talk to.
I am new on here and would like to try and find some people to help me out and to talk to.
Yes, I love you and you love me. No, we are not together, and yes, we have one daughter together, and yes I’m pregnant again, four months to be exact…
But the truth of the matter is this baby isn’t yours. I don’t blame myself for getting pregnant by someone else but I do blame myself for letting you believe the baby is yours. I think about it every day. Even went through the thought of having an abortion but couldn’t bring myself to that much guilt, pain, and depression; I know we are going to get back together because we’ve been together for 3 years off and on and still now are very much sexually active. I LOVE YOU BUT THE BABY IS NOT YOURS!!!
I’m so sorry. I love you so much.
It’s been about two weeks since I told my mother and she still can’t see I want to keep my little one. She calls me immature for being this way but honestly, how is trying to be responsible being immature? I even try to help out with the baby more now so she can believe I’m responsible enough for this.
My mother is my best friend and tells me everything. Earlier today, my stepfather was being stupid again and wasn’t gonna come see the baby because he was doing laundry with his mother. I know this sounds confusing so let me explain. My mother and stepfather have been together for 5 years, about to be 6 in September. They are married but have never lived together. My mother never wanted to bring another man into our lives so always kept her romantic life away from my brother and me. So for the past something years, their relationship would consist of my mother going over to his house on the weekends, where he lives with his mother, helping her out, and they wouldn’t see each other during the week due to work and other responsibilities at each other’s homes.
Now my stepfather has a very domineering mother who likes to control her sons’ lives, especially his. She never liked if he spent too much time with my mother so always complained about things that would end up putting a strain on my mother and his relationship. So when my mother got pregnant, she was furious. She was pretty much saying she didn’t want them to have the baby. Of course, it was too late and the first trimester was over with. During the pregnancy, his mother made my mother miserable and him being too blind to want to think of his mother in that way only made it worse. As a matter of a fact, she almost ruined my mother’s baby shower. I won’t get into that though. Well anyway, now that the baby is born, naturally her son is going to be at my mother’s house more often to see the baby. She of course doesn’t like that idea. So slowly, she has been arguing with him about him not being there and making him feel guilty like she has no one to help her. Well, today, he proved that once again she succeeded in her manipulation of him.
As I said, earlier today, my mother called my stepfather at work to ask what he wanted for dinner and the next thing you know, he’s telling her he’s not going see the baby today. Of course that peeved my mother off and they got into an argument. After she got off the phone, she was telling me how he was irresponsible. I was angry also and I decided to tell her she should tell him that her daughter (me, not the little one, lol) is neither the mother nor the father, but she is still home pretty much everyday of the week taking care of a child that isn’t her own. Surprisingly, she agreed. Pretty much saying I was more responsible than him, yet not responsible enough to take care of my own child. Enough to be responsible for your child but not my own?
I just can’t get why she doesn’t see I want this, that I’m ready and I can make it.
