When I was 18 years old I got pregnant. I’ve been abused, neglected, starved, beaten, and kicked out of two families. So when I say it was the hardest year of my life, I dont take that lightly.
My parents were never there for me, and said and done things that I wouldn’t damn any child to go through.
In spanish, the word for pregnant is “embarazada”. “embarrassed”. and I was. I know what an 18 year old pregnancy looks like. Ignorance, stupidity, shameful, slutty. I was not educated about sex by my parents. I was told that if I used birth control that I was going to hell. That if I used condoms I was going to hell. and I paid the price of ignorance.
All that being said; I didn’t want an abortion. I saw a life, and a future that could be wonderful. through out the pregnancy I came to realize that, though I wasn’t wrong, I couldn’t be the one to provide that life.
My partner and I found a family that I can only describe as amazing. They had a life that I could only dream of giving my son. They are beautiful, loving, intelligent, and awe inspiring people. My son will be wise, calm, brave, cultured, healthy and loved.
If I could ever pick parents for myself, i would want that kind of stability. So we made the easiest, hard decision of our lives.
I dont tell very many people I have a son. and I certainly dont upload pictures and videos boasting about my premature pregnancy. But I am so proud, and grateful. I love him and think about him all the time. His parents sent me this. its the first time ive ever heard my son talk. and Im so touched that I wanted to share for the first time in complete and total pride: this is my baby boy Benjamin.