My Story - The Beginning

My Journey of Single Motherhood started July 14, 2001 with the birth of my beautiful son, Christian.  He was born at 12:43pm and weighed 8 lbs. 4 oz.  He became the light of my life; my reason for living.  Everything I would ever do from that day on would be for or because of him.

But let me take you back a little further...to the man I thought I would be with forever; back to July 7, 2000.

I met Scott at work.  We both worked in the same restaurant; me as a waitress, him as a busboy and cook.  It wasn't his personality that I was attracted to, but his looks; which is probably my biggest mistake.  He was a handsome, tan, muscular dark-eyed devil.  And he was exactly what I wanted (or so I thought).  We hit it off very well and began dating immediately.  We had fun together.  We were together almost everyday.  I fell for him hard and fast. 

I should probably mention that he was a Sophomore in high school and I had just graduated and was 17 years old.  We were in love.  He was a football player and I went to every game no matter how far I had to travel.  When we weren't together, we were on the phone with each other. 

We went to his homecoming dance together and stayed together that night.  I guess we weren't as careful as we should have been.  I wasn't taking birth control because two months earlier I had a blood clot in my right ovarian veign.  Because of that and the risk of possible blood clots from birth control pills, I was on a blood thinner.  We were using protection sporadically and trying to use the rhythm method the other times.  MAJOR FAIL.  A month after homecoming I missed my period and took a pregnancy test.  POSITIVE!!  I freaked out.  Here I was supposed to be starting college and I find out I'm pregnant.  We had only been dating for three months.

I told my mother first.  We have an amazing relationship.  She is my best friend and strongest supporter no matter what.  I knew she was disappointed in me and that hurt worse than anything.  But she told me to call my doctor and get an appointment right away.  The blood thinner I was on could cause birth defects.  She never suggested I terminate my pregnancy, she knew I couldn't do that even if there was a possibility of birth defects.  This was my baby and would be perfect in every way to me.

For several days I contemplated just breaking up with Scott.  He was still in high school.  He was an amazing athlete and could probably get a scholarship.  I didn't want to ruin that for him.  But in the end I told him.  He deserved to know that he was going to be a father.  He took it well but was dreading telling his parents.  So we told them together.  His mother ran out of the room screaming and crying that I had ruined his life and his dad suggested I get an abortion.

So this is how it starts.....