I am writing
this post, and the next few posts, a little differently. When I found out I was
pregnant I decided to write letters to my unborn baby. It was the only way I
could let out all the emotions bottled up inside me since I wasn’t telling
anyone about the pregnancy. These letters were written when I was 14, almost 15
years old so bear with me. I have not edited them because these were my true,
raw emotions at that point in my life. I hope these letters help you gain a
little insight into my world when I found out I was pregnant at 14. This second
letter was written shortly after I had told my parents that I was pregnant.
(Just so you
know, I made it a point to write these letters with a loving tone because my
plan was always to show these to my child when they were old enough to
understand. For this reason you will never see me use the word “mistake”
because even though getting pregnant was a mistake, I would never want my child
to think that they were a mistake. That is not fair to the child, and not good
for the child’s self esteem.)
February 14,
2010
Dear Baby,
Today is
Valentine's Day. It is mine and daddy's first Valentine's Day as a couple, and
I am 8 weeks pregnant!
A few days after I took the pregnancy test, mama kind of figured out that I was pregnant. She didn't say much, she just cried. Then came the next matter of business, tell papa. The next few days after that were definitely the longest days of my life, luckily papa was working funny hours, so he would sleep all day and work all night. This made it easier on me because I couldn't bear to look at him.
Mama was the one who did it, she called papa at work one night. I still remember watching her make that phone call. I had butterflies in my stomach, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes. I knew this wasn't going to go over smoothly. All she said to him was: "I need to talk to you about Izabella." Instantly he knew there was something wrong. (I never get into trouble at school, and there is no way I would be into drugs or alcohol.) In fact, he was the one who said: "Don't tell me she's pregnant." That was it, the catch in my mom's breath after that was the only confirmation he needed. After that there might have been some obscene language tossed around, and then my dad mentioned "abortion."
I have gone to Catholic school my whole life, and I am definitely pro-life (I would never be a murderer.) I also believe that everything happens for a reason, but at the moment, I didn't think that reason would ever make itself apparent. At that point in time I was feeling horrible. I thought I had disappointed my parents in the absolute worst way possible. They have always had such high hopes and expectations for me and here I go just ruining all of that in one night. As a 14-year-old little girl, I thought there was no way I could ever make that up to my parents again, and then I cried.
Papa and I didn't talk over the next few days, nor did he talk to daddy. This was okay by me at first, because I was so nervous for what he would say. But, eventually I grew even more nervous waiting for him to actually sit down and talk to daddy and I. (Papa is really big on communicating, so I knew it would happen eventually.) I was right, except it wasn't as bad as I thought. There was a lot of crying involved, but I was glad that papa had had a few days to calm down. Because instead of thinking "abortion" he was thinking clearly. He explained to me that the only reason he ever mentioned abortion was because he was so afraid for my future. Papa would never really consider abortion. He is prolife. So, instead of killing an innocent human being, he and mama decided that they would try to help me out.
I got pregnant. We all understood, and regretted, but we had to put it in the past. There is nothing we can do about it now, besides try our hardest to ensure a healthy baby, and a good future for all of us. I know that mama and papa will be by my sides 100 %. They will stick with me no matter what, and help me up when I fall. I am so grateful for them, and I am so glad that you are going to have such loving grandparents. I love you baby.
Love,
Mommy
A few days after I took the pregnancy test, mama kind of figured out that I was pregnant. She didn't say much, she just cried. Then came the next matter of business, tell papa. The next few days after that were definitely the longest days of my life, luckily papa was working funny hours, so he would sleep all day and work all night. This made it easier on me because I couldn't bear to look at him.
Mama was the one who did it, she called papa at work one night. I still remember watching her make that phone call. I had butterflies in my stomach, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes. I knew this wasn't going to go over smoothly. All she said to him was: "I need to talk to you about Izabella." Instantly he knew there was something wrong. (I never get into trouble at school, and there is no way I would be into drugs or alcohol.) In fact, he was the one who said: "Don't tell me she's pregnant." That was it, the catch in my mom's breath after that was the only confirmation he needed. After that there might have been some obscene language tossed around, and then my dad mentioned "abortion."
I have gone to Catholic school my whole life, and I am definitely pro-life (I would never be a murderer.) I also believe that everything happens for a reason, but at the moment, I didn't think that reason would ever make itself apparent. At that point in time I was feeling horrible. I thought I had disappointed my parents in the absolute worst way possible. They have always had such high hopes and expectations for me and here I go just ruining all of that in one night. As a 14-year-old little girl, I thought there was no way I could ever make that up to my parents again, and then I cried.
Papa and I didn't talk over the next few days, nor did he talk to daddy. This was okay by me at first, because I was so nervous for what he would say. But, eventually I grew even more nervous waiting for him to actually sit down and talk to daddy and I. (Papa is really big on communicating, so I knew it would happen eventually.) I was right, except it wasn't as bad as I thought. There was a lot of crying involved, but I was glad that papa had had a few days to calm down. Because instead of thinking "abortion" he was thinking clearly. He explained to me that the only reason he ever mentioned abortion was because he was so afraid for my future. Papa would never really consider abortion. He is prolife. So, instead of killing an innocent human being, he and mama decided that they would try to help me out.
I got pregnant. We all understood, and regretted, but we had to put it in the past. There is nothing we can do about it now, besides try our hardest to ensure a healthy baby, and a good future for all of us. I know that mama and papa will be by my sides 100 %. They will stick with me no matter what, and help me up when I fall. I am so grateful for them, and I am so glad that you are going to have such loving grandparents. I love you baby.
Love,
Mommy
I love reading your blogs, i also wrote letters to my baby boy once i found out i was pregnant :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't realise that you were only 14 when you became pregnant! You're literally the same age as me (about a month's difference) and I couldn't even imagine having had a child at that point! I love reading your blog posts, and especially these last two with the letters. You sounded so mature even at such a young age. You're a wonderful mother to Henry, and no doubt will be to you daughter as well, even more so for being so young!
ReplyDeleteMit 14 ist es eine enorme Belastung schwanger zu sein. Denn der Körper befindet sich ja in der Pubertät und die Hormone spielen so und so verrückt. Ich finde es stark, dass du trotz allem eine so selbstbewusste Junge Frau geworden bist. Ich wünsche Euch vieren alles gute und freue mich schon auf neue Geschichten von dir!
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Izabella, you are amazing!!! I really mean it
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