When I was a little girl I always dreamed of how my life would be when I got older. I wanted to have school finished and be married by my early twenties, and after a few years of being married we would then start having children. My family and I would have a great life and share many wonderful memories. Well as great as I thought my plan was, God however, did not like it and therefore rerouted it to the path he thought was best for me.
I was born into a family of seven kids, and all through my life we struggled. My dad had to work two jobs at all times just to support us and make sure we had the necessities of life. We rarely got to go on vacation, and our Christmas usually consisted of no presents under the tree. But despite all the hard times, we usually made the best of what we had and enjoyed each other’s company. Through the years as I got older, I told myself I would never put my children in the situation I was in and that they would get to experience and enjoy all the luxuries in life.
Just like the rest of my life things did not go as I planned, and in March of 2009 a nurse came into my exam room and gave me the biggest news of my life, which was that I was two weeks pregnant. At that instant, there were millions of thoughts running through my head and I did not know what to think or how to feel. I had just began dating this guy almost a month before and we barely had time to get to know each other, much less have a kid together. I was scared and excited about what he would say, but part of me felt like he was prepared for this kind of situation and that put me at ease. When I finally told him, he took it extremely well, and he had the cutest little grin on his face. At that moment, I was so thankful that God blessed my life with such an amazing person, and I knew our future would be promising and filled with lots of love.
The closer I got to my last trimester the more nervous I became. I was so afraid of all the pain that I would endure, if my...