pregnancy
Growing your family, one baby bump at a time. All about the ups and downs of nature's 9 month miracle.
Ways to Survive an Unplanned Pregnancy
Discovering you are pregnant can be one of the most emotional moments of your life. Even if you have been planning to have children at some point, it is still a shock to see the positive result on your pregnancy test. Pregnancy changes everything, but it is possible to not only survive it, but actually weather it well.
By Paisley Hansen5 years ago in Families
The Best Mom Tips for New Parents
If you are a new mom, then it can be overwhelming. After all, one moment you only had to worry about yourself. Now, you have an entire life that is depending on you. It helps to have some tips along the way. That way, you aren't trying to figure out everything for yourself. So make sure to use these tips to be the best new parent possible:
By Mia Morales5 years ago in Families
Russel Silver Syndrome
Being pregnant for a second time for the last half of 2016 into 2017 was an adventure for me due to how my baby was not growing correctly. Having to leave so many hours away from home to San Fransico, CA to go to doctor appointments, finding out that my child is in danger of being born prematurely. My son was due to be held on February 11th, 2017. But then, one day on January 18th, 2017, I was in San Rafel, CA, to have a special ultrasound done, and my husband and I were told that our son was ready to come.
By Samantha Evans5 years ago in Families
Baby Daddy
My name is Laura, I am 21 years old and I have a 2 year old and 1 year old. I got pregnant with my first son when I was 18, gave birth at 19. He was obviously not planned but I was in love with his father and we were living together (stupid choice) but I will explain everything about his dad. My second son has a different father who I am currently with. He has helped raise both my kids and is a great guy. I love the kid to death. Up until yesterday. So little back story, I met the father of my first son in high school, his name is Luis. We had been together for about 4 years, we were high school sweethearts, I left my moms house to be with him, essentially because my mom had kicked me out and he also gave me an ultimatum. Either I left my house or we broke up, my mom HATED him. Like she wanted to stab him, still does actually! So my moms hatred didn't allow us to go out like normal teens, I was always picking up "shifts" so that I could see him and sneak around to do the deed, duh. My mom found out a couple ties and boy did I get my ass beat thru out my teenage years, so came the day I turned 18 and coincidentally my mom and I fought, she kicked me out and I moved in with Luis, things were amazing, we were so happy, his mother loved me and she loved having me in her home. I ended up getting pregnant and I wasn't too excited to be honest, I was terrified, I was terrified of what my mom was gonna say, I was terrified because I didn't wanna give birth, just a bunch of shit running thru my mind. Well, August 1st I gave birth to y beautiful boy and not even an hour had passed when Luis told me that I needed to move out with OUR NEWBORN son, he claimed that his mother and I were gonna fight because he knew I was going to be too possessive of my son , damn right I am, I literally broke my vagina for him, his mother has a HORRIBLE nicotine addiction, I didn't want that around my son and so I told him to give me some time to find a place with my son, it wasn't long before he had already started seeing someone, Luis worked at a pizza joint, there was a girl there that I knew had a thing for him because she was always staring at him and I even brought up to his attention and he always said "Oh she's ugly I could never look her way" you know, typical male claims. Well long story short, he started dating her and hooking up with her while I still lived in his home. He never helped with the baby, he would leave pretty much all night, I was still healing from giving birth and I had lots of stitches down there, so logically I was in a lot of pain, but, that never stopped the fuck mobile. My son is now 2 and he doesn't see his dad too often because Luis forgets that he has a son and doesn't ever reach out to his son unless I ask him if he wants to see his son. There are so many details to my life but for now this is all I wanna share.
By Laura Guido5 years ago in Families
Hello Baby, I Feel You
I've had my fair share of miscarriages in my life. It isn't fair, nor am I fond of sharing that little tidbit of information about myself. I won't get into detail of what it was I experienced, what I saw, nor how I felt about any of it, besides this one small phrase: I love and miss them all to the center of my being. But the fact of the matter is that this passage isn't about me; it's about her.
By Katrina Tseu5 years ago in Families
My Firstborn
As a lesbian, I know firsthand how difficult it can be for same-sex couples to have a baby. When my wife and I decided to have a child, so many variables had to be considered. We could not just stop using contraceptives or taking a pill, we simply did not possess one key ingredient needed for the manufacturing of life. Even then, when we had our sperm, we needed the financial element to afford the process of going through a fertility clinic for conception. While you could say that I got pregnant “the old fashioned way” with my first pregnancy, through an Intrauterine Insemination (IUI), it was still no walk in the park.
By Jessica Altman-Pollack5 years ago in Families
My life story
Hi everyone! My name is Felicia, im 24 years old. On May 27th 2018, during a warm night of my families friends event I invited 2 friends, but one came by first we was just hanging out as usual and getting to know each other. He was pretty cool, laid back, he was African American (Haitian) a big muscular man wearing a blue or black collar shirt blue jeans, a gold watch, driving a grey dodge charger. Anyways an hour later, after getting to know each other, we made out, things got a little heated sexually my pants came off, he unzipped his pants and things went on from there. Afterwards, another hour or so went by he left, then my friends with benefit came, I left my family for a bit and made love with my friend with benefit named Quinn, he was also African american (Haitian), a little bit muscular, tall, nice shave cut, light skinned drives a burgundy or maroon Chevy Suv, anyways we made love for an hour or so, then he took me home just because I found out my family left me behind 😂. After a few days went by the day my menstrual cycle was supposed to come and at that time I was living in Clearwater, Florida with my family I was 23 years old at that time, the next couple of days went by I was walking my Chihuahua Paphilion mix and I felt like I was sick and vomit in the grass, I couldn’t afford a pregnancy test at the time nor did I have money. I was about 4-5 weeks pregnant when I found out. Everything went down hill, but at the same time I was blessed, nobody in my family noticed my baby bump, my older brothers wife was pregnant so I was fine with it. Weeks went by, when my mom was having a little cook out party at the apartment, hours went by everyone left I was doing dishes, my mom noticed my baby bump and she was mad at me, then my older brother started to get mad at my little brother the next evening, then kicked me out so i end up living with a friend of mine who now was currently my boyfriend, we started dating around December 25th, 2018 of Christmas Eve. So 2 months later living with my boyfriend, February 4th, 2019 during the Superbowl game, and making love with my amazing boyfriend G, around 4 o’clock in the morning, I had a contraction took a warm shower to make sure my back doesn’t ache blah blah blah, that didn’t work, so I woke mu boyfriend up I said “Hey babe! Can you call 911? I think Im going to have a baby” he said “Yeah, make sure you let me know when you’re in the room so I can come after work to meet the baby” 15 minutes went by ambulance came to get me , I said “Okay, I’ll call you later.” (he also knows its not his) 6 hours went by, the doctors and nurses came to check my cervix and BOOM! Next thing you know my water broke its time to go in labor, I have been pushing for 30 mins, my beautiful daughter came out a little premature at 36-38 weeks, she was 5Lb 10Oz, born at 10:40AM. She was a mixture of Cambodian and Haitian. Everything went well, she was healthy at least all I cared about and my boyfriend, his mother came to see the baby. I was exhausted, but I was so excited and sweaty to hold her in my arms. 2 or 3 days went by I get to take her home and that’s how my life is changed.
By Felicia Sy5 years ago in Families
Birth Tattoo
I am a professional surrogate. I had just given birth on July 5th. It was my 4th pregnancy and the 6th child. I felt as though I had just accomplished some great feat. There is a reason why giving birth has been likened to running a marathon, and this particular birth experience had definitely been a test of my endurance. This was the first time that I had opted for a completely natural birth (no medications). I wanted to mark the occasion on my body.
By Jessica Altman-Pollack5 years ago in Families
Womb for Rent
By the age of 37, I have had five pregnancies and have given birth to seven children. If you are keeping score, perhaps you have surmised that I have carried two sets of twins. To put another spin on things, I should add that I only have one child of my own. I carried all of the babies to full term and they are all growing and thriving, just not with me. I am a professional surrogate, and this is my story.
By Jessica Altman-Pollack5 years ago in Families
Human Life at First sight
Well lets go back some 14 yrs ago when I found Out I was pregnant with child. As you can imagine I was shocked as hell knowing I had to tell my mother. Funny thing is when I walked into her house I said "Mom I have something to tell you" my little brother shouted at the age of 6 "mom Maggie's pregnant". Now how he knew is beyond me. You know how they say the innocent can see what adults miss sometimes. Well I was in a world of lost not only was my partner 20 yrs older than me. Yes - that's right I was 14 yrs of age when I got involved with a 35 yrs old man. Now I knew no better for my sake, but my mother on the other hand agreed to arrangement. CRAZY RIGHT?! I know what was my mother thinking? Or not for that matter. Yes we cared and loved each other in our own ways I'm assuming. Well I got sent to a all pregnant high school were teens like myself went to. Basically so we don't feel judged or felt shame from other students. So I still graduated earlier than my class, actually. Well getting closer to the day of delivery my child decided to come early and when I say "determined" I mean determined. Not only did I spend about 4 hours at an insurance claim agency in Labor. Well I rushed to the hospital and admitted myself. Well my son decided to push his way through. I mean to the point where they had to tilt my bed up side down practically to get him to slid back into place. Well then this child decided to play the hold my breath method like some kids who don't get their way. Well anyhow I was starving during this period right? So just as soon as the nurse left me with some ice chips to suck on, my water breaks just as she was walking out. It felt like sitting in a hot tub very relaxing for about 2 min given, then well you know the rest they prep you for delivery. Well that didn't go so well because I was afraid to push I mean there was no one standing in front of my to catch the baby, Not that it would be flying out or anything but you get my view. Right? So my body closes up tight, and then in a flash his heart dropped to the point were I ended up in the Emergency Delivery room for a caesarian. I forced myself to stay awake until I heard his first cry. When I did I hear it I passed out immediately. Well when I came too and was able to go see him in NICU. He was this 3lb 9oz with platinum blonde hair and green eyes and transparent as ever. Now given the fact that I was only 17 at the time and just gave birth a whole other human being full of life and having only me and his father to guide him through his entire journey on earth. That was scary for me for me because I hardly new how to run my life or where to grow from where I was at that point. How can I teach my child of life if I was still trying to figure out life myself shocked me to the point where I didn't want to even touch him for the fear that all this might be true. Well no matter it was straight reality of my life in that moment.
By Margarita E. Valentine5 years ago in Families
