picked up the little white colored cotton stick off of the sink counter,
and took a deep breath and said, Help me God, here goes nothing. I
looked at the stick and it turned blue for positive. I looked into the
mirror and said, Oh shit! This cant be?
telling this story because it actually happened to me. It is better this
way instead of
having boring adults
lecturing us teens about this all the time. I think it would be more effective
to hear it from another teenager like me, and not from people who
think they have the right answers all the time.
happened about four years ago at the age of fifteen. I found myself
standing there like most girls contemplating what was about to happen and
how my life was going to change. What was I supposed to do? A million
different things were going through my head at that moment. Everybody
around me was trying to influence my decision. Some girls discover they
are pregnant and panic and then choose the easiest route they can think to
take, which unfortunately is abortion. Now I am faced with that same
decision that I will deal with for a lifetime. My boyfriend told me to
abort, my mother told me to keep it and my father wanted me to give
the baby up for adoption. All these decisions and not enough time.
figured out that I was not going to have an abortion. I’ve always been
against abortion so there was no way I could have taken that route. After
I eliminated that decision I was still stuck with another very important decision. By
this time I was about three months into the pregnancy. My aunt
Susans brother-in- law and his wife heard about me struggling with the
decision and told my aunt that if I were interested they would adopt my
baby. When my aunt told me this I didn’t know what to say or do. After
some long hard thinking I decided I was not financially or emotionally
stable to raise a child.
When they asked
to adopt my child I
was about five and a half months into the pregnancy. I was very depressed
and sick almost the whole pregnancy and these decisions did not help. When I was six and a half months
pregnant I acquired a breast tumor that was growing rapidly and they
couldn’t do the normal testing on me to find out if it was malignant. So
there I was on the operating table, pregnant, and the surgeons about to
remove the tumor. By the end the operation I went into premature labor and
they had to give me drugs to stop my contractions. I was put on bed rest
for several days and the pain in my breast was unbearable because I
couldn’t take anything but one Tylenol at a time. I was miserable.
already had made the decision to give up
my rights as his mother before even meeting him. So now it was time to
start saying goodbye even though I had just said hello. When I left
the hospital two days later it was time to hand him over to Jack and
Kathy, his new parents and the most beautiful couple I could have chosen.
sons name Is Dylan and he will be three years old on April 26, 1999. I
get the opportunity to see him whenever I want because our families are so
close. I am very lucky because most young girls who give up a baby for
adoption say goodbye forever.
what I am going to tell you is that if you are going to have sex at such a
young age, please be safe, not sorry! Its much easier to tell your doctor
that you want to go on birth control pills to prevent yourself from
pregnancy than it is to have an abortion, give the baby up for adoption or
raise a child. Just the same as it’s easier to pick up a pack of condoms
from a drug store than to be diagnosed with a sexually transmitted
disease. So please girls take all this to heart and to mind because you
don’t need to put your body through that kind of turmoil at such a young
age. So be careful.