It was noon. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She answered on the 4th ring. Hey Auntie, will you call my mom at 8’oclock tonight and tell her that I’m pregnant? WHATTTTTT???? was all I heard her scream before I hung up the phone. The next 8 hours would be the longest of my life.
At 7:55pm I locked myself in my bedroom. Five more minutes until my life changes. Lord, please don’t let her kill me. At 8:00pm, the phone rang. I listened with my ear to the door. She’s what? Then came the knocks at the door. Just like that, my secret was out.
I opened it slowly and there stood my mom, phone in one hand. The other on her hip. She didn’t say a word. She raised my shirt and said, Wow. Yeah there’s a baby in there. See I was very tiny and easily hid the growing bump with jogging suits, stretch pants, and oversized shirts. It was not out of the ordinary for me because it was the 90’s and that’s how we dressed. She ended the call with my aunt and then the questions came. How? When? Who? Why?
The next words out of her mouth were, I’m calling your daddy. NO! Please don’t tell my daddy. That’s when the real fear consumed me. I adored my daddy and he adored me. The last thing in the world that I ever wanted to do was let him down. He took the news calmly. He drove to my house and picked me up. We talked. He cried. I cried. WE cried.
He then returned me home to my mother and we talked. They presented me with options. They offered abortion services. They offered adoption services. They asked me what I wanted to do. Their final offer was simple. They offered to help me take care of the baby, as long as I promised to stay in school.
I waited until I was just a week shy of my third trimester to reveal to my parents that I had made a life altering decision. I let fear make me keep such an important secret. Fear crippled me. However, once the secret was out, after everyone that I loved knew, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
I spent what should have been a few very special moments in my life living in silence and fear. I couldn’t share the baby’s first kicks with anyone. I couldn’t ask my mom why my breast felt so heavy. My rejoice was spent in a suffocating silence.
I share this story to give you hope. I want you to know that you don’t have to go through this alone. Give your parents, grandparents, or whomever is your support system, the benefit of the doubt.
No, not everyone’s outcome will be the same. Some parents will scream, curse, and fuss. Some may under-react and some will definitely over-react. However, they deserve to know as soon as possible. You will need their support. You will need for them to help you identify your options. They need to know that their life is about to change too.
I leave you with this article.
http://wgntv.com/2017/11/08/denver-16-year-old-accused-of-suffocating-newborn-with-rock-in-throat/.
After reading this, if you already haven’t , go knock on your parents door, and take the load off of your shoulders. Tell them your secret.
I’m standing right there beside you. Remember, you CAN do this.
God Bless.

As we enter the holiday season, thoughts of gifts enter our mind. What will I buy? How much can I afford? Will my child still love me if I can’t provide a lot? If I can’t does this mean that I’m a bad mom? Many mothers, young and old, have lost sleep and shed tears over these very questions.