When I found out I was expecting a second child, I thought my life was going to be twice as hard, Double the work and sleepless night and double the name calling. A mothers job never end not matter how old your kids get. A kid is a blessing from above never regret it no matter how hard your life situation is.I remember not having my menstrual cycle for the month of September, so I took a pregnancy test. It came out positive. I had made up my mind that I couldn’t keep the pregnancy. I personally had a lot in mind. I wanted a better job, travel, do things that I had planned. Things you could do with one child, but not with two. My husband wanted me to keep it, I didn’t. He was furious. I went and made an appointment to go to an abortion clinic. …show more content…
It was cold outside and I was nervous. Although I wanted a girl my husband was hoping for a boy. It turns out to be a healthy baby boy. We were excited plus it was going to be something new for me because we already had a girl. Throughout my pregnancy, I felt good, zero complications, good appetite; my belly grew bigger day by day. I experience for a woman. Last but not least, we had to plan a baby shower. At first, I didn’t want one. My grandmother was sick and couldn’t go and I was much closed to her. My mother in law convinced me to have one. Finally, I agreed. I thought about the gifts and I know the guests will showered me with love. We picked a wonderful them: Nautical. Colors were red, white and blue. I had a capias made for the girls. Also, I had wine bottles as a party favor with a picture of our family and a little poem saying thank you. In addition, I used for decoration small white lantern with candles inside. Both families gather together to celebrate the soon to be a new member of the family. On a Sunday afternoon, we decided to go on a boat and meet with other family members that were boated at Monument Island by the Parrot Jungle. We had a great time, enjoying the sun and the
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I
love this book.The book make me feel warm inside. This book showed me that there is more in a person than you think. I us to look at people that were in wheelchairs and were different and thought that they don’t know anything that there just a loser but they're not. They could be the world's sweetest person they are smart they just have a hard time showing it.
In the entirety of my life I have never met or talked to my biological parents or siblings. I do have parents and siblings; however, they are my family through adoption.I often ask myself, “What features did I receive from each of my biological parents?” or “Do I look anything like my biological siblings?” My sole point of reference is a minimal description of my biological mother. Moreover, I can not and will not know my parents’ names until I turn eighteen. That is the downfall of a closed adoption— the child is usually left in a state of speculation about who shares his or her blood (How does this affect you personally? How much do you wish you knew more about your biological parents?). Furthermore, the parents may also deny the invitation
A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
The smell of disinfectant engulfed me as soon as I stepped into the hospital. My green sweater with the T-Rex on it did little to prevent chills from running down my spine, and I was suddenly very aware of how small and insignificant I must have looked. But despite all of this, the one thing I was truly terrified by was the knowledge that I was about to meet my new baby brother. I had been the baby of the family for the past five and a half years, and I wasn’t too keen on having to give up my title. Consequently, I was now the middle child of the family, and although I didn’t realize it at the time, the impact this would have on my life would be colossal.
At only 8weeks I was excited to be expecting a child. The real joy came when I found out not was I only expecting a child, I was expecting two of them. Yes, Twins! To make it even better I learnt they were a boy and a girl. What an amazing time for me and my family! As the days pass and time was half way there, no one could wait for these babies to be born. It all started at only 22weeks the clothes, bottles, diapers, and anything a baby would need. Only to realize 2weeks later it would all be for nothing.
March 28 2012 at 5:00 pm I was in the hospital for five and a half hours. It had that disgusting hospital smell. I hate the smell. I was with my sister, my cousin Ellie, my aunt, and mom . The reason I was at the hospital was my aunt Jackie was in labor. I was so excited. She was the going to be my first girl cousin and the first cousin on my mom's side.
Having my childhood took away from me was a very tough especially when I was just a child myself expecting a child. Expecting is very scary no matter the age. Expecting is suppose too be a happy time for the mother and family members. No one was happy when I found out I was expecting. When I was twelve years old I was raped in the middle of the night in my bedroom by my soon-to-be stepbrother. He threatened to take my life if I told anyone. Before it happened I was a normal girl. I played softball, did cheer, grew up in a very strict house, and was always hanging out with friends. My life changed on April 14th, 2011. I went to the doctor for a rash that had broken out all over my body and I had to pee in a cup. I was positive for being pregnant.
Becoming a mom at sixteen was the hardest thing I have ever done. Trying to work, go to school and take care of my daughter seemed impossible. My mom was always there to support me, but from the moment I found out I was pregnant I was determined to do it on my own. When you become a mom at sixteen the paths you can take in life change, and you are no longer a teenage you become an adult really fast.
Becoming a single mother, shortly before my son turned two-years-old, was life altering. Moving back in with my family, realizing I had no income, and no longer the team effort from his father, was an indescribable sense of failure as a parent. Obtaining my masters degree in Health Care Leadership from the University of Denver is my way to correct that, and properly fulfill my role and obligations of being a single mother to a remarkable little five-year-old.
Everyday, people are faced with choices. Some of life’s choices are simple, such as deciding what to wear to school or choosing a television station to watch. Other choices, however, are much more serious and have life-altering consequences. Being pregnant has many choices, whether or not to keep the baby. There are many choices such as adoption, or abortion. I decided that I would keep my baby because I knew in my heart that I would regret it in the long run if I didn’t. Throughout my pregnancy I suffered from depression, which is the condition of feeling sad or despondent mentally. My depression was mainly due to the fact that I was sixteen, alone, and scared, I was a waitress at a local restaurant, but that job couldn’t pay for all the financial needs it takes to raise a child. I left my baby’s father when all the arguing and physical abuse began. I couldn’t deal with that and I definitely wasn’t going to raise my child through it. Although I knew deep down that this big decision was for the best, it was still difficult and very painful. Just the thought of raising a child alone was scary. My parents were so disappointed in me they really didn’t have much to say, especially my mother. That made my pregnancy worse because I felt as though I had no one to talk to. I had friends to talk to but most of them didn’t understand what I was going through.
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
The death of a child is the most devastating loss a parent can ever experience. When a parent losses a child, something in the parents die too. The loss not only destroys the parents’, but also leaves an emptiness that can never be filled. The expectations and hopes of a future together are all just a dream now. Burying your child defies the natural order of life events: parents are not supposed to bury their children, children are supposed to bury their parents. Their life is forever changed and will never be the same. The parent not only mourns the loss of the child, but also mourns the loss of their child’s future. Parents will often visualize what their child could have been when they grew up or think about all the potential they had.