Special Reports

Chelsea, New York

I'm only but 15 years old, I found out I was pregnant in July--July 11th to be exact, and only my boyfriend knew. We talked about what we were going to do, and we finally came to the conclusion that this was our child. We had a responsibility to ourselves and to our child, to keep him or her.


Later when we told the rest of our family's, they were so unsupportive. They told us we had made the biggest mistakes in our lives. That we would forever regret having a baby, and our lives would be over. They tried over and over to talk us into getting an abortion, and at one point, my boyfriend even said to me "Do you really think we're ready for this? If you got an abortion, I wouldn't be mad." I had no support, no one to turn to. The only one in my family who didn't want me to abort my pregnancy was my grandmother. Without her, I probably would have gone through with the abortion. I'm now a little over 20 weeks pregnant, and so joyful that I kept my baby. My boyfriend now understands what he said to me before, and apologizes every day. We're so happy that our baby is still living. When it moves inside me, I know I made the right decision. I love my unborn child more then anything else in the world, and I would never do anything to harm it.