My Story

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.....