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Alright I'll tell you what I did in your situation. As most people on here know I have had abortions, and I have a daughter now. If you're going to ask me do I regret getting an abortion... Ish. I was 15&16 when I had them, I was really friggin stupid, in a tough spot in my life and had no business having a kid. I just think that if you aren't 100% sure you want to have one, you shouldn't get one. Even 99.9% don't do it. To tell you the truth, having those abortions and having a child now has actually made me religious. It sounds ridiculous but I believe God wanted my daughter to be born, and it took her three tries to get here but she made it through. I regret that I wasn't ready for her. *cough* Okay getting a little emotional here. I got pregnant with my daughter on my 17th birthday. I was scared out of my mind but eventually I decided enough was enough, I was going to own up to my responsibilities, stop being such d__n child and take care of her myself. With or without the help or approval of anyone else. But first, I hit wikipedia like a sack of bricks and did EVERYTHING I could do get as educated as I possibly could. I read about getting pregnant, pregnancy, labor, parenting, the first year, the toddler years, starting preschool, how to deal with a teenager etc etc etc. Now I'm like a walking text book, I'm even giving my mom advice and she has six kids! I wanted to know exactly what I was getting myself into. I calculated out the cost of living with a child, what kind of job I would need, what kind of house I would want, what area I wanted to live in, what type of things I'd like to be able to afford, what kind of school I want her to go to, what hours I want to work... then I figured out the perfect job and calculated out how much schooling I would need to get that job and how long it would take me to reach that goal. I even set up b___stfeeding goals and added them in there too. I made sure I covered every single possible bit of information I might need. I went all out on it, I was obsessed with it my entire pregnancy, I'm still obsessed with it. I research(ed) until I turned blue in the face and then some. After I was confident with the basics which took me maybe 3 months, I finally told my mom and she set up a much needed doctors appointment and gave me prenatals (Don't wait to tell your parents like I did, you need those appointments and vitamins right now) I had my first appointment in January, and heard her heartbeat for the first time. Cried my eyes out. At 24ish weeks I had my first ultrasound, found out the s_x. Cried my eyes out again. At 32 weeks I had a preeclampsia scare and thought I might need to be induced prematurely. I cried my eyes out. At 37 weeks she was born. I probably cried just as hard as she did. In the hospital I wouldn't put her down, when the nurses took her away I stared at the door waiting for them to come back. The first night home was easy. She slept through the whole night. I couldn't of course, because my milk came in and my b___bs felt like they were going to erupt. My shirt was drenched. First three weeks were pretty smooth. Every three hours like clockwork she would eat for 20 minutes. Regardless of day or night. And when she wasn't eating she was sleeping. It was a very healthy schedule. After those three weeks though... she started crying, a lot. I tried everything. Feeding her, burping her, changing her, playing with her, comforting her, giving her gas drops, giving her gripe water, infant tylenol... nothing worked. She's 10 weeks old now. Still nothing is working. I even saw several nurses and doctors about it, all acknowledging she has a problem, but none knowing what to do about it. There are days where I just sit rocking her watching her cry because I can't do anything for her. You feel very inadequate when you love someone so much but you're helpless to make her happy. There are tough times to parenting, you will get frustrated out of your mind but you can't show it. You have to put on your happy face with a silly voice and sing her songs while in your head you're thinking "Seriously, why can't you just go to SLEEP??" You'll be up all hours of the night, that's for sure. And you'll be too tired to move, my legs always feel like they'll collapse from under me. BUT being a parent is rewarding, I love waking up to my daughter every morning, scooping her up, feeding her, talking to her, reading to her, showing her pictures and letting her feel different textures of things. She just learned to smile and tears swell up in my eyes every time she does. When I leave the room she looks around for me, and if she hears me coming down the hall I always open the door to her waiting for me. I look forward to every stage in her life as well as appreciate the ones happening now. I've never been more happy doing anything more than being a parent. So that's been the first two months for me so far...mhm
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