Becoming A Parent Well I wanna start off by saying. Becoming a parent for me was pretty scary but at the same time it helped me become a better person and I changed for the better. Be for I had my daughter Za’nyah I was headed down the wrong path. I was doing things I know I shouldn’t have done. Everyday I thank god for putting my little princess in my life.
I was nervous and a little scared because I was worried about the baby because well this a new thing for me and I wanted everything to go okay for the baby and my mom. That summer was hard though because my having her mood swings and I understand those are natural during pregnancy, but like I said I was only eight and did not understand much. I had to take care of my mom during the days because dad had to work; I enjoyed it; however, when dad got home, I was
I started having some complications at six months of my first pregnancy and due to those complications I had to terminate my pregnancy at 6 months. When I read this saying, I felt very emotional and it made me cried. I remembered the time when I found out that I will not able to carry this baby anymore. I was angry and very sad. After the procedure, I was in guilt and in denial.
I couldn’t live without them, but both also had problems of their own; And being the person I am, instead of helping myself out first, I let my depression get worse and worse in exchange of helping them. I was happy of the fact that I was doing some part in them getting better in someway. I didn’t want to repeat what i felt like I did to my other friend. After a while I got to the point where I had to go to a therapist because I couldn’t handle the pain. I ended up telling my mom I needed a therapist and she got worried.
This is the story of my pregnancy. The night I found out I was pregnant I got a funny feeling in my stomach, and I wasn’t sure what was going on. I told my mom what was going on, but she was already suspecting I was pregnant and already had a test ready for me to take. I took the test and the results was positive. I cried because I was scared and in shock.
Becoming a Single Mother Becoming a single mother was one of the hardest things to do in my life. I was only nineteen years old and new to the world. I had just gotten out of a five year relationship when I met this guy on social media, a few weeks later we finally met in person. Fast-forward about four months later, I was still working as a manager at one of our local fast food restaurants and just wasn’t feeling the greatest. One of the employees suggested that I could be pregnant, I didn’t think that it was possible since I did my part and was on the Pill, and still currently taking it.
Mom rocks way more than you do. I believe I’ve written quite a few essays over the years illustrating this very point. 16. You can’t imagine who you would be without your mom… Your mom built such a strong foundation for you. It’s difficult to separate who you are as a person from who she helped you become as a person.
When I first became a Mother, I knew that my life was going to change in so many ways. In my last year in high school, when I was eighteen, I was pregnant with my son. When I found out I was expecting all I could think was, “I am not going to make it”, and that I am going to drop out of school and was asking myself, “Why did this happen to me?” I ended up telling one of my best friends that I was expecting and I remember that he told me not to quit because I was almost done just in 3 months. So I didn’t give up, and we did all of our senior trips and I continued to do so much when I didn’t show anything. Luckily nothing extreme happen to me, I stayed away from things that will put me in danger like the rides at the water parks.
She was suspicious, my grandma, of why I wasn’t crying, why I wasn’t hysterical. For the first ten minutes of our conversation, she had probably allowed herself to believe that my calm was the result of my being in a foreign hospital, on assignment, surrounded, perhaps, by colleagues. She would have challenged me a lot sooner if she had known that I was hiding in the border-stop bathroom so that Zóra wouldn’t overhear. Advertisement Continue reading the main story She said, “Haven’t you got anything to say?” “I just don’t know, Bako. Why would he lie about coming to see me?” “You haven’t asked if it was an accident,” she said.
But she wasn’t home. She was out job hunting, and one of her cousins called her phone. I felt really scared, and like I was performing a huge act of betrayal against my mom. Which, in a way, I was. She arrived, and she was surprised to see a cop with me.