My Little Girl, Abigail: It’S All About Abigail

By Arthur L. Ellis

This is my Moms journal, the daily life of a single teenage mother. Her experience with me as an infant was so much fun. My Mom soon learned that it wouldnt be easy caring for a baby all day, every day. Day one began the journey when she introduced me to her friends and family. She fixed my curly brown hair up in a bow, and put a newborn diaper on me. Mom didnt know there were so many styles of diapers to choose from in the store. It was mind-boggling. My mom said I had the cutest little ears she had ever seen. I was very heavy for mom to carry me everywhere all over school, including her books! The only time when she needed a babysitter was when she had football games and class, so basically I was with the babysitter all day. I saw right then that day care would be a necessity. I hired my parents, my granddad, and my friends to baby sit. Whenever I and the other went to practice, we created a meeting place in the classroom.
If Abigail were in need care services, I would pay around $90 a week just for her to go to day care, and that doesnt include any extra food or diapers I would need to send. I also couldnt imagine having to wake up every two hours all night long to feed, change diapers, and rock Abigail back to sleep. Then again, I know I would really love my baby, so I would take care of her the proper way. Before Abigail was born, I know I was going to name her Abigail. If one day I have a boy, I am going to name him Colton. Hopefully, whomever I marry will think the same. I have decided I only want a few children, about three, but I definitely do not want to be a pregnant mom in college, taking care of more children when I am only a kid myself. I know I would have to focus on my schoolwork instead of taking care of a baby. I gave Abigail a certain time to play and then it was nap time for my little baby. She needed her rest for the next day because we would have to go to school then day care all over again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499024463

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Copyright © 2014 by Arthur L. Ellis, PhD.

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CONTENTS

It’s all about abigail

Ashley speaks about the trouble and the birth of abigail

Abigail Loves the Park

Dads

Abigail

Our Biggest Miracle

IT’S ALL ABOUT ABIGAIL

Approach

This is my Mom’s journal, the daily life of a single teenage mother. Her experience with me as an infant was so much fun. My Mom soon learned that it wouldn’t be easy caring for a baby all day, every day. Day one began the journey when she introduced me to her friends and family. She fixed my curly brown hair up in a bow, and put a newborn diaper on me. Mom didn’t know there were so many styles of diapers to choose from in the store. It was mind-boggling. My mom said I had the cutest little ears she had ever seen. I was very heavy for mom to carry me everywhere all over school, including her books! The only time when she needed a babysitter was when she had football games and class, so basically I was with the babysitter all day. I saw right then that day care would be a necessity. I hired my parents, my granddad, and my friends to baby sit. Whenever I and the other went to practice, we created a meeting place in the classroom.

If Abigail were in need care services, I would pay around $90 a week just for her to go to day care, and that doesn’t include any extra food or diapers I would need to send. I also couldn’t imagine having to wake up every two hours all night long to feed, change diapers, and rock Abigail back to sleep. Then again, I know I would really love my baby, so I would take care of her the proper way. Before Abigail was born, I know I was going to name her Abigail. If one day I have a boy, I am going to name him Colton. Hopefully, whomever I marry will think the same. I have decided I only want a few children, about three, but I definitely do not want to be a pregnant mom in college, taking care of more children when I am only a kid myself. I know I would have to focus on my schoolwork instead of taking care of a baby. I gave Abigail a certain time to play and then it was nap time for my little baby. She needed her rest for the next day because we would have to go to school then day care all over again.

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Get rid of the doll. If it gives you a bad feeling, don’t push that feeling away. Listen to your gut!

ASHLEY SPEAKS ABOUT THE TROUBLE AND THE BIRTH OF ABIGAIL

My baby was a cute, fat, difficult, and unexpected blessing. You are going to have a baby, these were seven words that changed my life. On June 23, I woke up and didn’t want to go to school because I wasn’t feeling well. My mom came into my room and asked me if I was going to get out of bed and go to school. I told her that I needed to go to the doctor. Why? Are you sick? she asked. No. I think I’m pregnant. We both just sat there and cried together. I knew then what I should not have done that night. A baby would take up all my time—the time that I needed to grow up myself. I got up, dressed myself, and didn’t bother putting any make-up on because I knew I would probably be crying. We went into the doctor’s office and found out that I was a little over three months pregnant.

When the nurse said those seven words, I started to cry. I looked over at my mom, and she had tears in her eyes. I didn’t know what to think. I wanted it to be a dream that I would wake up from, and everything would be okay. We then listened to the heartbeat, which was really fast. It was really neat, and it made us cry some more. Then nurses asked me a whole bunch of questions, gave me some prenatal pills to sample, and then told me to schedule an appointment to come back sometime next week. They acted like it was no big deal. Well, it was. Didn’t they realize that I was only seventeen years old, a senior and not even out of high school yet?

I could no longer be the carefree leader, who had fun with her friends every weekend and played volleyball at her cousin’s house. Now I was going to have a baby of my own, a little person that would be totally dependent on me. I was really scared. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Many different questions popped into my mind on what I could do. Do I really want to keep this baby? Should I give it up for adoption? Would I be too attached to it when the time came for me to give it up? What about my plans to go to college and actually have fun with my friends? Would I be able to raise a baby? What would people think of me? What was I going to do? All these different options race around in my head from that day on. Later I told Adam, my boyfriend, what I had the doctor’s office. He was shocked. He didn’t think this could happen to us. We had to go tell his parents, which was hard because the same thing had happened to his oldest sister. They weren’t mad but never expected it. They immediately thought we should get married, which I did not agree with. I was not ready to be a bride yet. I had just found out I was going to be a mom.

That was enough excitement for me. His family tried to control everything I did after that. The imbalance of my hormones and his parents soon changed my feelings toward him. I later broke up with him at the end of the summer. I had to continue going to school and act like nothing had happened. I did not really want anyone to find out. I went to a large school of about twenty-five hundred students, and if the word got out, I would have been the talk of the town. I told two of my closest friends, who kept my secret for me. Adam, of course, knew and only told one person. It was hard for me to act like everything was okay because I had really bad morning sickness, and the prenatal pills I was taking made me sick. It seemed like I got sick during the same time each day, but it was when