A mothers story

Becoming a mother is a blessed event. The first time I discovered that I was going to be a mother I did not feel very blessed. I was twenty years old. My lifestyle choices at the time were not very conducive to motherhood. I was going to Bible College at the time. I just recently came from a halfway house where I spent six months in lieu of jail time. I had violated my probation for being picked up intoxicated in a public place. Not only was I intoxicated but I was a minor and violated my probation. A few weeks prior, I was found guilty for attempted breaking and entry. I was on the fast track of destruction and not willing to turn around anytime soon.
I sat in the dorm bathroom trying to remember when my period was. I was sure I should have had it by now besides I was taking birth control pills. I thought back to several weeks prior when I had been with my on again off again boyfriend at a Halloween party. My girlfriend and I dressed up as hookers and my boyfriend was our pimp. We went out trick-or-treating. We went back to my girlfriend’s house where we drank for a while then crashed. That had to be the night I conceived my son. I was exhausted, going to school full time and just recently applied for a managerial job at the mall. I had no insurance, no steady income as of yet and I was at a Bible College.
I approached Planned Parenthood with the up most caution…….