After she was born, I graduated from high school. I am now a paralegal-in-training with a law firm specializing in guardianship issues. I am married and my husband and I have a 19-month-old son. I feel successful now. But the road still is not easy.
Being a parent is the most complicated yet rewarding job there is. All the education in the world cannot prepare you for the ups and downs. There is no textbook to give you the answers, no test to pass or fail, no notes that you can copy from of someone else. You have to learn through experience, and experience comes with age.
I write this in the hope that one parent who reads this will go home and talk to his or her son or daughter. All too often, those hugs that we give so freely to our children when they are small tend to come less and less the older our kids get. You may hear an "Aw, mom" or "Aw, dad," but the extra hugs and kisses will be worth more than any present you can ever buy.
I also write this with the hope that one teenager will read this and talk to his or her mom or dad, or even girlfriend or boyfriend. As teenagers we feel invincible: We feel the world is ours for the taking, that things like pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases can't happen to us.
Every hour, in this country alone, one out of every 100 women who finds out she is pregnant is under the age of 17. It is up to each sexually active teenager to learn to protect herself or himself.
Take it from someone who has been there. Abstinence is the best policy, but if you are going to have sex, be smart about it. If you are taking adult actions, then you are old enough to take on adult responsibilities. Being a parent is not temporary. The title "mom" or "dad" stays with you forever.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Third Part
I just had not had the maturity or the strength to allow myself to see the truth. In reality, we never loved one another. How could we? Our relationship was based on a sexual attraction. I think in our secret hearts we both knew that when you date someone as a teenager, even if sex is involved, somewhere deep down you know that it is temporary. You are young with the world at your feet -- everything to explore and learn, and there is plenty of time to settle down and get serious. But girls and guys like me -- so desperate to feel love, never realizing that the love starts from within -- girls and guys like me cling to every word, every touch, every kiss, and make it into something much more than it is.
By the time our child, a beautiful girl named Christina, had been born, things were irretrievably broken between her father and me. Several months later, I left his home and moved back to my grandparents'. I was lucky to be able to continue high school, but like most young parents in my situation, I needed to seek government assistance to help with the insurmountable bills I never expected.
Reality came crashing down on me. I never had realized the demands and pressures that parenthood would bring. I was lucky to have supportive teachers, friends and family members, who, although sometimes overbearing, were always there for me. My daughter's father came by occasionally, although by the time I moved back home he and I had become quite volatile toward one another. We rarely spoke and when we did, it was never nice. He felt I had trapped him, and I, still clinging to my childish fantasies, felt he had betrayed my love, my trust. I laid a lot of the blame and guilt that I felt in his direction. It was much easier to feel less guilty myself by making him the bad guy.
Now I realize how he must have felt seven years ago, when I called him late at night to tell him of his impending fatherhood. Scared, alone, disbelieving. I don't absolve him for not taking part in his child's life, but I guess I can understand him a little better.
Looking back on the last seven years, I realize that I have grown up, and am still growing up right beside my daughter. I regret that there were many things that she did as a baby that I did not have the character or the maturity to appreciate as fully as I do now. I remember that when she was a baby, I was much more a big sister to her than a mom, content to play with my beautiful little "doll," dressing her in the prettiest dresses, putting the cutest bows in her hair and matching frilly socks on her feet.
Eventually it dawned on me that she was not a doll I could put on a shelf until I felt like playing with her again. She was a living person who soaked up everything I did and learned from it. She had demands and needs, and it was my responsibility to take care of them.
She isn't a baby anymore; she's already in the second grade. She is growing into the confident young lady I hoped she would be. I listen as she reads books out loud or calls a friend on the telephone, and I see how precious a gift I have been given.....
To Be Continued
By the time our child, a beautiful girl named Christina, had been born, things were irretrievably broken between her father and me. Several months later, I left his home and moved back to my grandparents'. I was lucky to be able to continue high school, but like most young parents in my situation, I needed to seek government assistance to help with the insurmountable bills I never expected.
Reality came crashing down on me. I never had realized the demands and pressures that parenthood would bring. I was lucky to have supportive teachers, friends and family members, who, although sometimes overbearing, were always there for me. My daughter's father came by occasionally, although by the time I moved back home he and I had become quite volatile toward one another. We rarely spoke and when we did, it was never nice. He felt I had trapped him, and I, still clinging to my childish fantasies, felt he had betrayed my love, my trust. I laid a lot of the blame and guilt that I felt in his direction. It was much easier to feel less guilty myself by making him the bad guy.
Now I realize how he must have felt seven years ago, when I called him late at night to tell him of his impending fatherhood. Scared, alone, disbelieving. I don't absolve him for not taking part in his child's life, but I guess I can understand him a little better.
Looking back on the last seven years, I realize that I have grown up, and am still growing up right beside my daughter. I regret that there were many things that she did as a baby that I did not have the character or the maturity to appreciate as fully as I do now. I remember that when she was a baby, I was much more a big sister to her than a mom, content to play with my beautiful little "doll," dressing her in the prettiest dresses, putting the cutest bows in her hair and matching frilly socks on her feet.
Eventually it dawned on me that she was not a doll I could put on a shelf until I felt like playing with her again. She was a living person who soaked up everything I did and learned from it. She had demands and needs, and it was my responsibility to take care of them.
She isn't a baby anymore; she's already in the second grade. She is growing into the confident young lady I hoped she would be. I listen as she reads books out loud or calls a friend on the telephone, and I see how precious a gift I have been given.....
To Be Continued
Second Part
Eventually my sense of hopeless romanticism took over and I began to imagine myself and my boyfriend taking long walks with "our child" in the stroller, "our child" lying in a soft bed next to his/her parents, "the proud mom and dad" sitting side by side as "their child" grew up in utter bliss. By the time I left that bathroom with the little white stick in my hand , those childish fantasies were real in my mind.
Never once did it occur to me that my unborn child's father might not want this. After all, he loved me; he had told me so. In my naiveté, I had made myself believe that sex was love. After all, I was a good girl and good girls didn't sleep around. They "made love" to the person they were in a relationship with.
Now excited about the idea of being a mom (me, a mom!), I called the father-to-be, expecting, I guess, for him to share my enthusiasm, for him to come right over, scoop me in his arms, profess his undying devotion and propose to me on the spot! Well, as I eventually learned the hard way, fairy tales only exist in those beautifully drawn books in the libraries. This was no library and he was no Prince Charming.
He was a 17-year-old kid, getting a phone call from a girl he barely knew, telling him he was going to be a dad. "Are you sure?" was his first question. "Are you sure it's mine?" was the next. That should have been warning enough for what was to come, but I had always been a romantic and I wanted -- no, I needed -- to believe in love so badly that I didn't process his doubts. To me, they were just a reaction to major news; he would come around.
We went to the doctor several weeks later to confirm what I already knew. Soon, at 16, I would be a mom. Soon this tiny life would be in my arms.
The doctor confirmed my pregnancy, and this time I decided I not to have an abortion. I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. I was to learn, years later, that both of our families felt it was the right thing to do. I simply thought at the time that it was a sign of his love for me and his excitement about becoming a father.
I continued to go to school and study hard. Around my fifth month of pregnancy, when my belly started to get a little bigger and my breasts started to get a little heavier, the father-to-be and I started to drift apart. I don't think it hit either of us, until I started to show, how permanent this was. Once there was the "proof" that we would soon be parents, it dawned on him that soon he would be a dad and a parent with someone he neither really knew nor ever truly loved. By the time the baby was born, we had separate bedrooms and when we spoke, it was through his parents.
On a rush of hormones, adrenaline and fantasy, I still clung to the ever-persistent notion that it had to work. We had to be a family. We had created a life together, another human being, and that had to mean something. If it didn't, then all of those careful fantasies, all of those sweet little stories I had let myself believe, were wrong. It meant I would have to face reality -- that I was going to be a mom and I was going to have a child who would depend on me, alone. Me! For the rest of my life.....
To Be Continued
Never once did it occur to me that my unborn child's father might not want this. After all, he loved me; he had told me so. In my naiveté, I had made myself believe that sex was love. After all, I was a good girl and good girls didn't sleep around. They "made love" to the person they were in a relationship with.
Now excited about the idea of being a mom (me, a mom!), I called the father-to-be, expecting, I guess, for him to share my enthusiasm, for him to come right over, scoop me in his arms, profess his undying devotion and propose to me on the spot! Well, as I eventually learned the hard way, fairy tales only exist in those beautifully drawn books in the libraries. This was no library and he was no Prince Charming.
He was a 17-year-old kid, getting a phone call from a girl he barely knew, telling him he was going to be a dad. "Are you sure?" was his first question. "Are you sure it's mine?" was the next. That should have been warning enough for what was to come, but I had always been a romantic and I wanted -- no, I needed -- to believe in love so badly that I didn't process his doubts. To me, they were just a reaction to major news; he would come around.
We went to the doctor several weeks later to confirm what I already knew. Soon, at 16, I would be a mom. Soon this tiny life would be in my arms.
The doctor confirmed my pregnancy, and this time I decided I not to have an abortion. I moved in with my boyfriend and his family. I was to learn, years later, that both of our families felt it was the right thing to do. I simply thought at the time that it was a sign of his love for me and his excitement about becoming a father.
I continued to go to school and study hard. Around my fifth month of pregnancy, when my belly started to get a little bigger and my breasts started to get a little heavier, the father-to-be and I started to drift apart. I don't think it hit either of us, until I started to show, how permanent this was. Once there was the "proof" that we would soon be parents, it dawned on him that soon he would be a dad and a parent with someone he neither really knew nor ever truly loved. By the time the baby was born, we had separate bedrooms and when we spoke, it was through his parents.
On a rush of hormones, adrenaline and fantasy, I still clung to the ever-persistent notion that it had to work. We had to be a family. We had created a life together, another human being, and that had to mean something. If it didn't, then all of those careful fantasies, all of those sweet little stories I had let myself believe, were wrong. It meant I would have to face reality -- that I was going to be a mom and I was going to have a child who would depend on me, alone. Me! For the rest of my life.....
To Be Continued
It happens to Good Girls Too!
The next four post will be story about Rebecca Roach now 25, who became pregnant at the age of 15 it was published in St. Petersburg Times in 1999 it's a little old but the story is still same of teenage pregnant girls now days. This shows the before the pregnancy, during, and after.
I remember uttering those words for the first time to the guy I was with. I was 15, in love, doing well in school, had an after-school job and not a care in the world.
I was also sexually active; I had been since I was a freshman in high school. I vividly recall the first guy I slept with -- tall, strapping and popular with the ladies, and for some reason, he liked me! Or so I thought. Even when he told me, "If you get pregnant, you will have to deal with it," I looked at him starry-eyed and did not utter a single word.
I hated the way I looked. I lived in a home with eight other people, and the idea that this tall, good-looking guy wanted me instead of the other girls, well, that was worth anything. I equated his touch with specialness, his kisses with love. When I was with him, all the loathing I felt about my appearance and the sadness I felt at home disappeared. I wasn't just one of those other girls. After all, he said he loved me, and he wouldn't have sex with me if he didn't, right?
Well, I did have to deal with it. I became pregnant by that first guy, and family pressures led me to have an abortion. Lesson learned right then and there, huh?
Guess again. Next was the guy I really thought I was in love with. This "first true love" dumped me for a cheerleader in my class about three weeks after we slept together. About nine months later, I was a junior in high school, with straight A's and in honors classes. I still had my after-school job and yes, I still was sexually active. My latest boyfriend was this guy I had met about two months before through a friend of a friend.
Lesson still not learned. Here I was once more. Kisses, touching, words of love. One day I don't get my period. No big deal, I think; I am very physically active. I'm just late, is all. One day turns into a week, and then two and then three. I had now officially known my "boyfriend" nine weeks. Do I tell him? Do I go to the doctor? What if my family finds out? I finally break down and ask a friend to go with me to the drugstore, too terrified to ask my very old-fashioned grandparents for help. Our house was a house where you didn't ask and you weren't told. After all, they were raised that way, so why not raise us that way too?
We went to Eckerd's under the guise of needing a pair of pantyhose, and with great embarrassment, I asked the pharmacist for a test. I ran home with the sacred box hidden under my shirt and locked myself in the bathroom. Those three minutes were the longest, most painfully anxious moments in my young life. I couldn't bear to look at first and then, slowly; I turned my head and saw the bright pink "X" staring me right in the face.
At first I was disbelieving. I think I sat in that bathroom for an hour, just staring at this white stick with the big pink "X." My heart was in my throat, my pulse was racing, my stomach was doing flip-flops. Instinctively, my hand went toward my belly. I removed my top and stared at my flat stomach in the mirror and tried to fathom its getting big and round......
To be continued
I remember uttering those words for the first time to the guy I was with. I was 15, in love, doing well in school, had an after-school job and not a care in the world.
I was also sexually active; I had been since I was a freshman in high school. I vividly recall the first guy I slept with -- tall, strapping and popular with the ladies, and for some reason, he liked me! Or so I thought. Even when he told me, "If you get pregnant, you will have to deal with it," I looked at him starry-eyed and did not utter a single word.
I hated the way I looked. I lived in a home with eight other people, and the idea that this tall, good-looking guy wanted me instead of the other girls, well, that was worth anything. I equated his touch with specialness, his kisses with love. When I was with him, all the loathing I felt about my appearance and the sadness I felt at home disappeared. I wasn't just one of those other girls. After all, he said he loved me, and he wouldn't have sex with me if he didn't, right?
Well, I did have to deal with it. I became pregnant by that first guy, and family pressures led me to have an abortion. Lesson learned right then and there, huh?
Guess again. Next was the guy I really thought I was in love with. This "first true love" dumped me for a cheerleader in my class about three weeks after we slept together. About nine months later, I was a junior in high school, with straight A's and in honors classes. I still had my after-school job and yes, I still was sexually active. My latest boyfriend was this guy I had met about two months before through a friend of a friend.
Lesson still not learned. Here I was once more. Kisses, touching, words of love. One day I don't get my period. No big deal, I think; I am very physically active. I'm just late, is all. One day turns into a week, and then two and then three. I had now officially known my "boyfriend" nine weeks. Do I tell him? Do I go to the doctor? What if my family finds out? I finally break down and ask a friend to go with me to the drugstore, too terrified to ask my very old-fashioned grandparents for help. Our house was a house where you didn't ask and you weren't told. After all, they were raised that way, so why not raise us that way too?
We went to Eckerd's under the guise of needing a pair of pantyhose, and with great embarrassment, I asked the pharmacist for a test. I ran home with the sacred box hidden under my shirt and locked myself in the bathroom. Those three minutes were the longest, most painfully anxious moments in my young life. I couldn't bear to look at first and then, slowly; I turned my head and saw the bright pink "X" staring me right in the face.
At first I was disbelieving. I think I sat in that bathroom for an hour, just staring at this white stick with the big pink "X." My heart was in my throat, my pulse was racing, my stomach was doing flip-flops. Instinctively, my hand went toward my belly. I removed my top and stared at my flat stomach in the mirror and tried to fathom its getting big and round......
To be continued
Jenelle from Teen MOM
Another bad example of teen parenting, Jenelle from teen mom gets into a fight over her ex-boyfriend Keefer. Not all teen mothers act like this some do step up to the plate. But this an example of somebody who wasn't at all ready for motherhood!
Mother vs Student
Mother vs. Student
Gail Brown
Comp 112
On a rainy March day, Ebony Osby a student and mother opened the door to her tiny two bedroom apartment, in her arms she holds her petite daughter Essynce who has drool dripping from her perfect pick lips. The apartment smelled of sour milk and baby lotion mixed with febreeze. Besides the few baby clothes and blankets on the couch and floor the apartment was clean and well put together. Ebony excuses the mess and makes way to the couch; she places Essynce in her bouncer and moves her computer education book to the side to make way for me to sit down.
“I’ve been trying to keep her quite while I’m studying for my quiz but that’s not working.” She laughs as she grabs a bottle from the counter and places it in Esseynce mouth. Being an Education major Ebony already has a lot on her plate, and a baby into the mix had to have made it difficult. 3 in 10 teenage girls get pregnant before the age of 20, and drop out of school, Ebony did the exact opposite. “Dropping out of school was not an option, I have come too far to let small obstacle stop me from finishing school. Plus this school has too much of money already!” she laughed
Ebony found out she was pregnant when she was already 2 months, not being in a committed in a relationship and the baby father being in denial, abortion was an option she had thought about. “At first I thought about not keeping the baby, I was 19 without the support of the father but I travelled to Texas to clear mind and realized the right thing to do was to keep the baby,” says Ebony. “Plus in my opinion after a certain amount of time I don’t believe abortions should be performed.”
Like most young mothers Ebony was embarrassed to tell her family at first she waited a long time to reveal her pregnancy. “I didn’t want anybody to find out I was pregnant, besides my morning sickness you really couldn’t tell till about my 5 month and that’s when I decided to tell my grandmother.” “My grandmother is churchgoing old fashion woman who looked down on young woman getting pregnant, so I felt that I would be a disappointment to her, but she took it better than I thought and supported me in my decision to keep it.” Ebony said with a smile.
Ebony returned to school August 2010 with her stomach as big as her book bag, shocked spread across the whole school as she walked to class with an extra 20 pounds added to her stomach. Ebony explained people’s reactions “People were shocked that I came back to school especially without taking breaks, but most of them were proud of me.” “I was in shock, and I didn’t know she was really pregnant, we hadn’t talked that whole summer so when she came to school with that whole big stomach I was scared and excited to find out what the sex was.” says Essynce’s father.
4 months later on Dec.4, 2010 at 12:08pm two weeks before her due date Essyence Ma’raye Love was brought into this world. “Having her early conflicted with my finals so I had to take incompletes till the next semester, but knowing that she was healthy was all that mattered.” At that point Essynce became a little fussy; Ebony excused herself and lifted Essynce a big wet spot appeared on her pink onsie. Ebony laughed, “The joys of motherhood.” Ebony pulled off her clothes and rubbed her with a bottom with a wipe; with each touch Ebony was gentle to make sure Essynce was comfortable. After the little interruption Ebony sat back down her mood little dimmer and expressed her feelings towards the baby father, “He’s supportive, and buys her things she needs, he also gives me a break when I need it, though we have our times he’s an ok father.”
Although the baby father is in her child’s life Ebony hopes for more for her child, being raised by her grandmother she wants both of Essynce’s parents together. “I want to give her everything! I want my child to grow up totally different from the way I did.”
As for any young mother there are many obstacles of raising a child, but not everyone has the support of roommates and friends. “We try to help her as much as we can we take turns watching Essynce when Ebony has class,” said Rocquieh. Ebony rants on about how she wishes she could take all the credit but without her friends she doesn’t know how she would make it. With shows like teen mom and 16 pregnant that represents the hardships of young parenting Ebony hopes to be an inspiration for other teens who have kids or who are pregnant. “I want other girls to know that the world hasn’t come to an end and that there are many options out there for them.” Ebony picks up Essynce who has fallen asleep and kisses her on her forehead and whispers, “Even though she wasn’t planned she is the best thing that’s happened to me and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”
Monday, March 28, 2011
Nut Graph for my Profile!
A college student returns to college after a big change is made to her life.
Ebony Osby a 20 year old junior from Kansas City Missouri realized she was pregnant the summer of her sophomore. With her baby father in denial Ebony decided to keep her baby without telling anyone. Despite the challenges she faced she decided to come back to Northwest Missouri State University and finish school.
Ebony returned to school August 2010 with her stomach as big as her book bag, shocked spread across the whole school as she walked to class with an extra 20 pounds added to her stomach. Ebony explained people’s reactions “People were shocked that I came back to school especially without taking breaks, but most of them were proud of me.” Ebony continued to tell me how balancing school, a child, and work is not easy but she has wonderful friends who help her through this journey and without them she wouldn’t be where she is. Throughout my essay I will go through the different things that Ebony goes through as a college student and a mother the highs the lows and everything in between.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Vitamin E Intake
People who struggle to conceive should think about adding Vitamin E and Zinc into their diet.Researchers found that men who have less fertile than average but still capable of making a baby found that those who took antioxidants were more than four times as likely to get their partners pregnant. Subfertility affects one in 20 men and is responsible for half of delayed conceptions. But even though its only been proven in a small amount of couples researchers caution couples not solely count on antioxidants. Once more research has been done they should be able to tell which couples it will help.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/41178775/ns/health-pregnancy/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/41178775/ns/health-pregnancy/
Overweight Pregnancy
A new study finds that young, low income women often gain alot of weight during thir pregnancy.Nearly 2/3 of 427 mostly balck & hispanicput on more weight during pregnancy.Excess weight during pregnancy can cause larger than normal babies, c-sections and the woman could be less likely to she their pregnancy pounds, risk of diabetes, and high blood pressure. Newborns are often more likely to become obese themselves.Among woman who normal weight before they got pregnant four in 10 are overweight in one year after giving birth and one in 20 fall in the obese category.
Baby of the Week
The Study of a New Drug
According to the Science Daily website The national Institutes of health study has found that adding two drugs to the standard ZDV treatment can reduce the chances by 50% of an infant receiving the HIV infection. The studies result were presented on March 2 at the 18th annual conference in Boston. 1/5 of people who have HIV don't know it, and 100 to 200 are born with HIV in the United States. Most pregnant woman are treated for HIV before the birth, but a lot of people don't know that they have the disease. The study took place in Brazil, South Africa, Argentina,and the United States.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The Epidemic of Teen Pregnancy
Teen Pregnancy Statistics
- The United States has the highest rates of teen pregnancy in the western industrialized world
- Teen Pregnancy cost the United states at least 7 billion annually
- 2/3 of teenagers who have a baby will not graduate from high school
- 79% of teenagers who get pregant unmarried
- close 25% off teen mothers have their second child within 2 years of the first birth
- 80% of unmarried teenagers end up on welfare
- daughters of teen mothers are 22% more likely than their mothers to become teen mothers
- sons of teenage mothers are 13% more likely to end up in prison
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Baby of the Week
Abortion as an option
Not everybody is excited or happy when they find out their pregnant and they consider other options for example Abortion.
What is Abortion?
Abortion is the intentional termination of a pregnancy after conception. It allows women to put an end to their pregnancies, but involves killing the undeveloped embryo or fetus.
Their two types of abortion the abortion pill and the surgical procedure
The surgical side effects of abortion?
-Abdominal pain, cramping and diarrhea
-Nausea and vomiting
-Reaction to anesthesia
The medical side effects of abortion?
-Spotting and bleeding
-Headaches and dizziness
-Fever and chills
-Nausea and vomiting
-Cramping and diarrhea
Abortion is not for everyone and its a choice that should be made wisely. Some woman may be emotional afterwards if thay had some type attachment and some maybe relieved other options may be adoption or keeping the baby.
What is Abortion?
Abortion is the intentional termination of a pregnancy after conception. It allows women to put an end to their pregnancies, but involves killing the undeveloped embryo or fetus.
Their two types of abortion the abortion pill and the surgical procedure
The surgical side effects of abortion?
-Abdominal pain, cramping and diarrhea
-Nausea and vomiting
-Reaction to anesthesia
The medical side effects of abortion?
-Spotting and bleeding
-Headaches and dizziness
-Fever and chills
-Nausea and vomiting
-Cramping and diarrhea
Abortion is not for everyone and its a choice that should be made wisely. Some woman may be emotional afterwards if thay had some type attachment and some maybe relieved other options may be adoption or keeping the baby.
Monday, February 14, 2011
One Born Every Minute
I know I know there's so many pregnancy shows, but this one might be one of the funniest! Lifetime Presents One Born Every Minute... Take a look at the commercial I bet it will have you laughing Check out the actual show this February on Lifetime!
It's Everywhere
Have you ever noticed that the topic of pregnancy is everywhere whether its trying to concieve, not keeping the baby, or getting ready for the baby its everywhere. Its kinda pressuring or depressing especially if you just lost or given up your baby. There a few ways that you can deal with lost of your unborn:
- Try writing down your feelings or writing a letter
- Distract yourself with other things like school work or even working out
- Talk to someone maybe the father of the child or someone you trust
- Always know that when your ready it will happen
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Interview With a Young Mother
My cousin Mercedes and her newborn son
-Your relationship with doctors?
The doctors were pretty nice, Once I went into labor they were supportive and helped along the way it was nice I couldn’t have had a better doctor.
-How the doctors talked to you?
For the most part they talked to me calmly besides the occasional doctor jargin, they explained everything to me and the father.
-The relationship between you and the father?
During the pregnancy I was very emotional and sometimes he couldn’t handle it and didn’t know what to do. It put a real strain on our relationship at times.
-How you talked to him before the baby was born?
I was angry at him most of the time and I bit my tongue a lot if I wanted to talk to him it was me wanting to cuss him out. I was mean to him because that’s cause he didn’t understand the hormones I was going through.
-How you talked to him when the baby was born?
Now that are baby boy is here we talk like normal we discuss more about the baby then our own selves because he’s whats important. But we both are more mature and responsible now.
-How you talked to the baby in the wound?
I would always tell the baby my problems and it felt like we had our own language if I said something he liked he would kick and it was just great. I loved it so much I didn’t read a lot to him though but we listened to a lot of slow music.
-How you talked to the baby now?
Now I just talked to him happily because I want him to feel like he’s in a happy atmosphere.
He is just now starting to show facial expressions its so cute. He makes noises back to you if your loud enough
-How you communicate with other mothers?
Other mothers know exactly what I’m going through so we talk about the late sleepless nights the ups and downs of motherhood.
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How family talked to you?
How family talked to you?
Since I’m young they were happy but a lil upset saying that I wasn’t ready at some points looking down they talked to me as if I was naïve to what was going on It really irritated me so I stayed away a lot from negativity.
-How strangers talked to you before the baby?
They always wanted to know when I was due what the sex of the baby and seem more excited than me especially if they were expecting too.
-How they talk to you with the baby?
They always say how cute he is and how he looks like his dad. They always want to hold him or touch him I’m a little defensive about that because you don’t know where everyone’s hands been so sometimes I just smile.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
How I got interested in this subject??
This topic can touch any woman in anyway since every woman at some point in life thinks about having child. In my family so many people have had children but the newest addition has been my baby cousin and my baby niece.
Noel is 1 and 2 months now while my Vonzell the third is 4 months. Seeing and watching my brother and cousin take care of their children has really inspired my blog. I just feel if woman are expecting or even if their not that they should know a little bit about pregnancy tleast.
My blog should be informative and fun. With stories and videos and all the shows like 16 and pregnant and teen mom and I didnt know I was pregnant. My blog should be anything but boring
My Niece Noel at 6 months
Noel is 1 and 2 months now while my Vonzell the third is 4 months. Seeing and watching my brother and cousin take care of their children has really inspired my blog. I just feel if woman are expecting or even if their not that they should know a little bit about pregnancy tleast.
My blog should be informative and fun. With stories and videos and all the shows like 16 and pregnant and teen mom and I didnt know I was pregnant. My blog should be anything but boring
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Welcome
Welcome to my blog Creating a Life!
This blog is all about pregnancy and creating a life. I will cover all ranges and every aspect of pregnancy and life after giving birth. I hope you enjoy this 4 month process, leave comments but only positive ones.
Have a blessed day!
Signed and delivered Mookie!
This blog is all about pregnancy and creating a life. I will cover all ranges and every aspect of pregnancy and life after giving birth. I hope you enjoy this 4 month process, leave comments but only positive ones.
Have a blessed day!
Signed and delivered Mookie!
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