I never wanted to become another teenage statistic. Unfortunately, when I was 17, my then (and still) boyfriend, Jack, and I made a mistake. Fortunately, we were one of the lucky teenage couples.
Jack, though scared at first, was very supportive, and I’ll love him always for that. He was 18 and wasn’t living with his parents, and I only lived with my mother. She was upset at first, but I think that she finally began to realize that I was going to have the baby, and that it was going to happen. I did lose one of my best friends, who was a die-hard Christian, and didn’t approve of sex before marriage. I myself am agnostic, so there was an obvious difference in opinion.
I was somewhat busy for the first couple of months, with keeping my schoolwork up (I was going to graduate that year, and I had plenty of senior projects), doctor appointments, and dealing with everything. Jack decided that he would start taking care of the baby’s arrangements. We had settled on adoption, so he began looking online for adoption agencies. He eventually found a website for couples who are looking for a child.
We found a newlywed couple (who in this instance only shall be named the Smiths) who for medical reasons, could not conceive. We interviewed them when I was about 4 months along, and after some consideration of some additional couples, we were settled. Jack and I were very involved with the Smiths, as they were with us. We helped them pick out baby clothes and a crib, and decorate their nursery. Jack helped put up wallpaper and paint the walls blue, once we found out that the baby was a boy.
When I was around 8 months, we began to think about names. We went through names like Trenton (Jack’s grandfather’s name), Michael, Gregory, Dalton, and Trey (those were our favorites), but we finally settled on Troy Michael. I was becoming more and more attached to my unborn child, because I began to realize that I was actually going to give life to the child inside me. It may sound cheesy, but it really blew my mind. They always say that you should never name anything that you have to let go, because it just makes it harder. I knew I was going to have to let Troy go in a month or so. The Smiths lived about an hour away, and we had decided that Jack and I could see him every so often.
After I had Troy, I was slightly depressed but for the most part, I was happy. When the Smiths took Troy home, we spent the first night with them. They have a wonderful home, and they are providing an amazing home for him. He’s 2 years old now, and I’m in college at California Institute of the Arts, majoring in music and drama. Jack is working now, and we are doing great. Troy is growing up at a great pace, and is such a happy child. Some people don’t have as easy of an experience as Jack and I did with adoption, and we were lucky. I love my baby though, and only want the best for him.