A Birth Mother Adoption Story

I became pregnant at the age of 17. I met this nice teenage boy my freshman year of high school. I enjoyed talking to him and being his friend. I thought that nothing would happen between the two of us. All my friends told me that he was not the guy that I should be seeing. I looked passed everything that anyone told me. We were seeing each other on and off over a period of four years. There were days where I would just sit around and cry because he hurt me so much. To give you an all around outlook of this boy, he is hurtful, not caring, and can be nice to you one day and then a total jerk the next.

I did not realize that I was pregnant for the first 6 months. The only reason why I did not think anything of it was because I was dealing at that time with an eating disorder. When I found out that I was pregnant I was scared to tell anyone. My family and I dealt with my situation as best as possible. My parents had to go through a lot. They did so much for me to feel as comfortable as possible. They got me a home tutor, they loved me, and they also got me the counseling that I needed. There were a lot of emotions with my family and I. The worst days of the pregnancy were having to go to doctor’s appointments with my mom. My mom hated coming home and seeing me the way I was. Many people in my family do not know that I was pregnant. We had to hide this from my grandparents, which was the worst. Trying to hide my pregnancy from people was the hardest thing. Yes, friends and some family did find out, but there was nothing that I could have done from keeping this such a tight secret. The one thing that I regret to this day is not telling my closest friends. I know they would have been there the whole way through. They all understand why I did not say anything but at the same time they were a little upset. All my friends are here to support me when I feel upset, or when I want to talk about it. Everyone that knows has been there to support me.

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