When I was 9 weeks pregnant with my daughter Radley, my whole world was turned upside down. Her father told me that he wanted nothing to do with her, saying that I should turn to family to assist me because he wasn’t ready to be a dad. I left him 5 days after he told me that. He came home to my belongings packed and I left that very night and moved to a completely different county. If our
daughter wasn’t welcome in his life, neither was I.
I was so distraught. I had a life inside me that I always wanted, but the family I pictured my daughter having, she wasn’t going to have. Along our way, my pre-born daughter and I were faced with an abundance of roadblocks and judgements from loved ones. I endured my pregnancy completely alone, and going to appointments seeing excited soon-to-be dads didn’t make the situation any better. To make matters worse I developed abscess in my tooth and the doctors told me if the infection went to my bloodstream I would probably miscarry.
But I kept fighting. I had to, for my daughter.
John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
On May 12th 2014, @ 3:16, my Radley Sheri was born. Nothing else mattered in the world — but her. When she was put on my chest, she grabbed ahold of my finger and had a smirk I will never forget. It was as if she was saying, “It’s going to be all ok mommy, I got you now.“
And she did. From that point on my life changed.
I was staying with a friend when Radley was born and we stayed there until she was around 3 months old. It was then that God blessed us with an apartment. Through all of this I still had my cat, my precious daughter, and we finally had a place to call our own. After a whole pregnancy filled with chaos, there was finally stability. She turned my sobbing into laughing; my sorrow into joy. I had a family I had once thought was incomplete. It was just me and her, but that was more than enough.
Radley is now 5. She’s beautiful, intelligent, amazing, my rock, and my light. She saved my life.
I am now a mom of three. I am currently 31 weeks with my first son who I was urged to abort due to Hydronephrosis, yet I wasn’t given the other three options that would save us both (I had to do my own research). I recently went through an invasive procedure that did just that.
Crisis pregnancies may seem bleak — even fatal — but there is always hope when you give life a chance to live. I can’t predict what the future will look for you, but abortion is not the answer. You may feel alone, but you’re not. You and your baby are in this together. Your baby isn’t a hindrance to change in your life, he or she will be the force that leads it.
This mom’s story was originally posted at Wedefendlifeblog on May 28, 2019.