When I was 18 years old I found out I was pregnant. It was a few months after graduating high school and I was about to start my journey in college. I was newly single, scared, and not ready to be a mom. I had finally found my way in life and ready to jump into starting my journey to my dream job, working on the local police force. Once I found out, everything froze. What was I going to do? I had no job, no money, living with my parents, and about to become a mom. I was still a child myself.
Luckily for me, I have very loving and caring parent who wouldn’t let anything happen to me. Even though finding out their baby girl was pregnant wasnt easy on them, they were by my side every step of the way.
When it was time for my first ultrasound, my mother and sister came with me for support and hopes of finding out what the sex was. I was excited and hell bent on it being a girl. For some reason, I just knew it was a girl or I at least hoped it was a girl. When it was announced I was having a boy, everyone’s eyes in the room filled with tears. I couldn’t stop crying and I couldn’t stop calling him a her. Whoops. That day changed me forever. That was the day we found out there was something wrong with my baby.
Today is pregnancy and infant loss remembrance day. We are lighting our candles at 7pm to remember our little ones that left us too soon. Joining other families as we creat a wave of light all around the world.