Well, I’m 17 and right now, I have a boyfriend who is in the army and he’s currently in Iraq right now….
We have talked and we want to spend the rest of our lives together… He’s always wanted a baby and so have I, I’m really good with them… Lately, me and him have been talking and we want to have a baby when he comes back. But I keep getting different opinions like if I have a baby this young, I’m gonna regret it and I can’t do anything with my life, it will completely ruin it and then also I keep getting opinions like you’ll love it, it won’t be that hard and with your boyfriend in the army, you guys will have money to take care of it.
I would just like to know, would it be hard having a baby right now at my age? And also, what would be the best way to tell my parents if I do get pregnant?
I was reading a news article on the internet the other day. An Australian company (not the first) has decided to introduce paid maternity leave. This opened the debate as to if the government should introduce it. The writer of the article thought no, that it wouldn’t be fair for childless couples to ‘fund a lifestyle choice’ of others. However, it is also a lifestyle choice to remain childless, and in doing so, they are forcing the generation after them to pay higher taxes to pay for everything they need as older people. Why should they not help them into the world and just expect them to pay more later?
It re-opened a debate which has been going on in my own head for a while. Am I doing the right thing? I wanted to have an abortion when I was pregnant with my daughter. I had a lot of emotional issues and didn’t want a baby. I hated coming on here in a way because I had to pretend to be happy.
When I found out, I was pregnant again, I had no such thoughts. I instantly wanted to keep my baby. This is until when I was about 12 weeks pregnant and woke up in the middle of the night wondering if I was doing the right thing. If it was fair to my daughter or the baby. I wasn’t going to have as much money or time for my daughter with another baby. I started to think about the kind of world i would be bringing another baby into.
We are always hearing about global warming, economic crisis, and how un-affordable houses are. Why should I want to bring a child into a world like this? After much crying, I went back to sleep with the firm thoughts that as much as I wanted the baby, I would have an abortion, because things were just too hard (mostly personally).
By the morning, I had again changed my mind. I wanted to keep my baby. I feel selfish for it. It’s taking away from my daughter’s quality of life. It’s taking away from what I had planned for my own life. I’m almost 28 weeks pregnant now, and sometimes, I regret not getting the abortion, even though it would have caused me so much pain. It would have perhaps been for the better.
My mind is in turmoil. I like my unborn baby, but I feel guilty and selfish for bringing her into this world. Am I doing the right thing?
Well hello. I found this website while doing a search for help with teenage pregnancy.
I used to look at getting pregnant as a teen, being an addition to the world of statistics. I now see it in a new light. This isn’t my first pregnancy. My first one, I was a rape victim, who had a stillborn. I am now 17 and past that part of my past. I am in love with a wonderful guy. I have also newly discovered that I am 17 days pregnant. There are so many emotions going through my head right now. My mother will want me to abort, but I can’t and I won’t. I’m not sure how to tell her or anyone for that matter. He knows and is actually happy for the most part.
This journey has just begun.
This is my story. I’m 17 years old and I just found out I’m pregnant.
I’m happy I wanted a child but I don’t know what my parents are goin to say because my boyfriend and me have only been together for 6 months. I’m getting a lot of support from my boyfriend and his family but I don’t know how my family would react to all this.
If you have any suggestions, help me, please …… Thanks
I thought he loved me!!
I was 14 years when we first started dating. I had just broken up with a recent boyfriend. I had no intention of getting into something deep, and I had no clue it was going to happen. He was my former next-door neighbor, he was a bully towards me. I hated him when I was younger, all the torture had put me through, made me think we’d never be friends ever. (remember never say never). So we started messing around and it was great. He was real nice (I had thought he had changed) We were just fooling around until the next month came and fooling around became like, like became love. .(Oh so I thought)
Six months into the relationship, I’m pregnant (It was planned). I had just turned 15 years old and I was prego. 5 years
later, been 5 year way too long. A lot has happened. My son’s three now. I’m on my own. We had been together on and off for 5 years and he has cheated, beaten, and betrayed me in every way possible. I had just moved into my own
place and I had even given him a chance to be here with us as a family. I had given him a chance, and after a year
being here, he had betrayed me (not surprised). He was with some other girl this whole time, and had gotten her pregnant just recently. It hurts, it really does, but there’s nothing I can do now. All I can do is live one day at a time, with GOD by my side. Love will come one day, and will not hurt. Yeah I wish I had that family with both parents, but I realized everything doesn’t always go your way.
Maddii3
When I was 19, I had just broken up with my partner of 3 years and, trying to find a way to curb the hurt and loneliness, went home with a complete stranger from the local club. What was to be a one-night stand turned out to be so much more. I fell head over heels for this boy and he, the same for me. Things moved fast but everything felt right. I had never felt this strongly about anyone even though we had only been together a couple of months. But only a month after that things were changing, he was becoming distant on occasion and not the guy I knew so well. I was in his bedroom one night whilst he slept. His phone kept ringing and he didn’t wake to answer it, but keeping my nose out of his business, I didn’t answer it. What came next was such a shock. His ex turned up and claimed him and her had never broken up. A million things ran through my head. I left the room and waited outside so they could talk and what seemed like years passed. She finally came out and said he was in the shower. He followed about 10 minutes later and announced they were back together and he was going to town. He left me on his driveway with no transport in the middle of the night, completely distraught.
I found out a week later that I was pregnant with his child. I arranged a time to speak to him about everything. It didn’t go well. He denied it was his and told me he was infertile. I left that day, feeling so alone, I couldn’t tell my mum she wouldn’t understand. My friends were not supportive bar 1. I was so lost, so confused. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that I had a child I could love growing inside me. He contacted me again and accused me of making up that I was pregnant to keep him. He told me I was childish and it wasn’t going to work and for him to believe me, I needed proof. This was easier said than done. I asked my doctor, who just looked at me oddly. I brought him my appt card for an ultrasound scheduled for the next day. And to my shock, he turned up.
Everything changed once he saw the scan. Once he knew I was telling the truth, he held me for so long whilst I cried and cried. I stayed at his house the next few days and ran through our options. he was so supportive he promised to be there for me whatever I decided to do. Finally, things seemed to be getting easier. I decided straight away I couldn’t abort this baby. It meant more to me than anything else in my life at that time. But sadly the reaction he had when I told him wasn’t quite what i had expected. I had never seen him so mad. I yelled back to defend myself but really achieving nothing. It only got worse from there. He threatened to take me to court to prove that I would be an unfit mother. He told me he would make my life hell and that I was making a huge mistake. But once again, he came round and calmed down. I told my mother Christmas day, probably not the best of days I know, and she wanted me to abort as well. It really felt like the whole world was my enemy.
Between mum and him, I was forced into an abortion. I told the councilor the whole story and how it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to let my baby live. She wouldn’t allow the abortion and I was so relieved, but it didn’t take long before I was forced to attend another appt and told I had to lie to get that abortion. I wanted to run away to leave for a different country and never look back but I didn’t have the resources I was stuck in a black hole. I had to go to the 2nd appt and lie to the councilor. Once everything was approved, he promised to stay by my side and be there for me through everything. I didn’t sleep for days prior and was made to stay at his place the night before so he could take me in the morning. I refused to get out of the car and grabbed hold of anything I could like a stubborn child but I was dragged crying into the clinic.
It was cold in there. There was no love in the air. Everyone and everything was silent. There was no turning back and nothing I could do. I told the nurse I didn’t want to go through with it and she said you’re just scared. I was trapped with no way out. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was given a tablet to start the process and that was the end. The pain was indescribable: mentally and physically. It was all over very quickly and my memory is hazy. But he dropped me off home where my mother greeted me with all done!! I was mortified and ran to my room. He promised to come back after work and see how I was but he didn’t turn up. I rang him and he was at a party with his new girlfriend. i should have known he was only promising to be there until he got what he wanted.
I stayed in my room for weeks, literally. I felt so alone. I lost 20 kilos and was skin and bone. I wanted my life to end. I felt I didn’t deserve to live. I had taken the life of my baby. Why should I deserve to be on this earth?
It’s been 2 and a half years now, and I still don’t forgive myself. I still don’t forgive him but more so myself because I’m sure if I was stronger, I could have found support and changed what happened. Having the abortion took such a toll on my life and it still does in so many ways. I don’t talk about my story even my best friends don’t know what happened and I don’t think i will ever tell them. This is the first time I’ve written about it.
I wish for anyone who is in to a similar situation to what i was to follow there hearts and don’t be pressured into something you don’t want to do.
Learn from my mistakes 🙂
