At the moment, I am a bit over 6 months pregnant. I am so happy to be going through all of this, but, I can’t stop thinking about my past.
I am 19, so people repeatedly tell me how young I am to be pregnant. But, this time last year, I fell pregnant to the same person I did this time. When I told my parents about this first pregnancy, I was pretty much forced to abort. I never wanted to have it. I was 18 at the time so I did have my own say and choice, I just never spoke about it. I remember the whole process and not feeling like it was real. After the abortion, I woke up screaming and crying. It was the worst time of my entire life. The regret I feel is something I have never felt before. I hate a part of myself for not speaking up. I feel I have destroyed a part of myself that I will never get back. What sucks the most is that this time I am so happy about being pregnant, that I know I would have been fine the first time. What right did I have to abort the first baby and keep this one? Every day I think about it, and it hurts.
I feel my baby now kick and move all the time. And it is the most beautiful feeling ever, nothing could replace it. I know it is a girl and we are going to call her Millie :] I already love her more than anything in this entire world. I just hope one day, I can truly believe I made the right choice the first time.
Good luck to all the soon to be parents and new parents, I hope everything goes perfectly for you :].
You were in the middle of purchasing those new heels you’ve had your eyes on when your cell rings.
You answer to an unfamiliar voice on the other end, telling you to come to the emergency as your loved one has just been registered. You drop the shoes and frantically drive in and out of traffic to reach them. You finally reach the hospital where you find them attached to machines, nurses going in and out of the room and you take a seat beside them to assure your love that everything will be OK, you’re there now. Or would you tell the unfamiliar voice that you’re not going to make it because you’d rather spend money on shoes than on gas to go to the hospital to be there for your love? I never thought the one I loved, the soon-to-be father of my baby would do that to me. He did however and now I can neither forget nor forgive.
July 25, I began to have a back spasm and ran across the street from work to a pharmacy to grab a heating pad with hopes of curing it. After returning to work, I got a sudden nudge that maybe I should call my mother. As I went to the phone, my lungs closed in and I was unable to breathe. My mother picked up the phone and I vaguely said, “Come, now.” I work alone as I run a jewelry store for my boss who has been working on another project for the past five months. When my parents arrived, I was in the washroom vomiting in between trying to breathe. My mother rushed me to the emergency room while my father stayed to watch the store and wait for my boss to arrive shortly after we left. I was put in right away and nurses and doctors were coming in and out of the room. My father arrived shortly after us and watched in the room with my mother. I was given a drink that would freeze my esophagus, a needle containing two different medications, and they did blood tests while I came in and out of consciousness.
As soon as I was registered, my parents called my boyfriend and updated him on what had happened. Now you think he would be rushing to my side considering the severity of the situation and my being fourteen weeks pregnant. Thankfully, nothing was wrong with my little angel. After an hour had past, my boyfriend called and told me that he wasn’t going to make it to the hospital because he was with a friend and he did not want to waste his gas. How does hearing this make you feel? It made me feel like I was not worth the $5 in gas it would cost him to see if I was still alive and our baby still healthy in the hospital.
I was in emergency most of the night until I was finally released and I was given papers to return next week for more tests. He never apologized, never gave it a second thought. He finally came home and still nothing, not even questioning if the baby or I were going to be OK. So here I am a day later, wondering, “What now? What have I gotten myself into with him?”
I’ve thought long and hard and what he did to us (my little angel and I), and it is unforgiveable. I cannot begin to fathom what he has done. It only proves that he is not reliable, loving or trustworthy. It shows that he will never be there for us, because clearly his friends, alcohol, money, and gas are of far more importance to him. So I will keep my chin up and go through this without him by my side. No one should ever be in this situation, and how dare he put me right in the middle of it. I’ve lost all respect, trust and love for him now. Unfortunately he will never regain it from me, but I only hope and pray that he can regain it from my little angel. I can take this, but if he pulls something like this with my little angel it will not be accepted nor forgotten. If this is his love, I do not want it.
My husband and I are starting the process of adopting a baby and wow, what a beautiful thing these women are doing for their child and the adoptive couple(s). The ladies are doing this to give their unborn child a really great chance at life. Their reasons vary, but they all have one thing in common, and that is to give their baby what they can’t. We are looking both at surrogacy, as well as adoption.
I had an abortion many years ago and it was truly the very worst thing I have ever done. I was young, knew I couldn’t take care of a child, and my parents were set on me having an abortion. That was in 1984. I was put in the hospital by an ob/gyn that was a “friend of the family” and went through the process. After it was done, I ended up staying in the hospital for 5 days due to some complications. Not only did I have the abortion, but I ended up going through 2 days of contractions/cramps, blood loss, and the destruction of my reproductive organs. I carry that guilt with me every day of my life, and I wish I had known about the options that were available to me. I know the procedure is much more safe now, but at that time, I wasn’t even admitted to the hospital to have an abortion. Due to legal issues(?), the ob/gyn admitted me under the pretense of having some other ailment.
Now I can’t have children, but can’t even begin to describe the longing for a child to hold and give the best possible life and love he/she could ever want or need. I’m 36 now, am stable in my career, have a home that is paid for, a great husband, but the emptiness of not having a child is like a part of my soul is missing. I know that we will get our bundle of joy one day, and I hope we will also be helping someone that really needs it as well.
To all of you, no matter what your choice, I wish you the very best of luck!
Heii, I am 15 yearsz 0ld and 7 m0nthsz pregant wiith my 1st baby.
I’ve been g0ii0n 0ut with my b0yfriiend f0r a year n0w we met through friiendsz and went 0ut instantly. He wasz my first and wiil be my last!!
Me and my b0yfriiend went 2 the d0ct0r t0o see iif ii wasz pregnant. He wasz 0ok with iit. He wasz happy and that made me happy… I t0ld my m0m that ii wasz pregnant. She was 0ok with iit him. Sure, she wasen’t pr0ud but she wasz and stiill iisz supp0rtiive!!!
I m0ved in with my b0yfriiend. He iisz 19, d0sent have hiisz 0wn place. He liives wiith hiis m0m and dad and tw0 0ther br0thers but he d0 w0rk and make pretty g00d m0ney. He liike the best b0yfriiend ever butt…….
S0metiimes I feel al0ne, liike I s0me h0w left 0ut……. I hang 0ut wiith my friiendsz but ii s0metiimes get the feeliin liike iif ii g0 0ut, I’m g0iin 2 get hurt and s0methiin bad iisz g0nna happen 2 me and the baby. S0 ii d0nt hang 0ut wiith my friendsz that much and I thiink s0o much. I can’t g0 2 sleep at night and iif I d0 sleep, iitsz 0nly liike f0r a c0uple 0f h0ursz. I d0n’t really liike d0iin anythiin cusz I have a pr0blem wiith trust and I d0n’t really wanna tell my m0m 0r b0yfriend ab0ut whatsz g0iin 0n with me cusz I d0n’t want them 2 thiink I’m crazy 0r that when the baby c0mes, I can’t handle iit. Help!!!
Tell me what I sh0uld d0!!!
One night, when my brothers were out and my parents went to sleep, I snuck him into my room. I don’t know what I was getting myself into but that night I lost my virginity at only 13 years old. I remember that it was painful and not wonderful even though I already knew what it was going to be like from the start.
A week later, I told one of my closest cousins and I trusted in her. So she of course asked me if I used protection but I hadn’t that night. I started feeling dizzy most of the time so I went to Rite Aid to buy a home pregnancy test. My family had always told me that my mom was always the first one to figure out that they were pregnant even though they were only a couple of months, so of course I was scared. I took the test and sat waiting in my bathroom for 5 minutes when I glanced at the test and it had two pink lines. Not one but two, so it meant I was pregnant. I started crying and thought about my options but before anything, I wasn’t going to have an abortion because it’s like killing an innocent person for no reason so that was out of my mind. Then I thought about adoption, but I knew that was out to because I didn’t want to grow older and wonder about him/her.
I called my cousin and told her the news but instead of being disappointed, she was happy. I was happy just thinking that I was carrying a life in me. I thought about telling my parents a while later but instead I told them when I was three months pregnant. They asked me when I found out and I told them that I just found out that month. Of course, I was lying and during those three months, I was telling them I was going to a friend’s house but instead, I was going to the doctor’s for my prenatal care. I knew that my life was going to change dramatically but it didn’t matter. I didn’t tell the baby’s father because I already knew that he wasn’t going to be there. I was walking through middle school, only in 8th grade, pregnant. People noticed but instead of saying mean things, they were supporting me all through out, even the principal. I live in San Fernando, California so I had an option of staying in school or going on independent study, which is a teacher coming to my house twice a week to tutor me. I chose to stay in school until my 9th month, two weeks before my due date. My parents were still not talking to me as much but I had other family members that were there for me. When I turned fourteen on Dec 6, I was already 8 months pregnant. On Jan 8 of this year, I gave birth of to Jovanni Minor.
He was 7 pounds, 18 ounces, 21 inches long. It was a great experience of mine. Even though I didn’t have that many problems, I still know what other teenagers are going through at any time. I still get to go out 3 days a week with my friends when my mom babysits (she loves to) so my whole teenage life is going to be normal. My baby’s dad still doesn’t know that my baby is his too but I guess he does have a right to know. I’m not sure if I’m going to tell him now that my baby is 7 months old.
So to all teenage mommies and mommies-to-be, everything is going to be alright. All you have to do is believe and think about the wonderful things ahead of you. And if you’re a teen girl and want to have a baby, I’m not saying not to but think about really hard and ask yourself one question: ARE YOU READY TO SUPPORT YOUR BABY? Because most teen dads leave you for somebody else and he Will neglect you and your baby. There is some out there that care but those rarely pop out .
And if you’re pregnant and thinking about abortion, don’t do it. You’ll fell bad about later. Have the baby and if you still can’t or won’t take care of him/her, there are other couples out there that can’t have a baby.
I just turned 19 a few months ago and my mother just had a baby, a beautiful little girl, that I help take care of as if she were my own. I’ve decided to help my mother and be a full-time babysitter while she goes to work so she can support the baby, my younger brother, and sadly, me.
About 3 weeks ago, I found out I was pregnant, my fiancée is very happy but I’m lost and confused. My fiancée may be ready since he is 26 but I am far from ready. How will I help my mother and support my baby? I know my fiancée can work but he can only work so much. I won’t be able to work since I’ll be babysitting and I can’t ask my mother to pay me the point of me watching the baby was so she didn’t need to worry about another expense. Also, how am I going to deal with my little sister while I’m pregnant? I know many do this when they have their second child: but they’ve dealt with pregnancy at least once. Whereas I haven’t, so I don’t know how to react to my changing body. How will I help when I can barely help myself when I’m puking and dizzy?
I can’t even tell my mother yet for fear she might tell me that she wants me to have an abortion. The only things that relieve me is that I at least have prenatal care and my first prenatal appointment is this coming Thursday and my fiancée is very supportive. I hope I can make the right decision for me and my baby…
