I was still at school

I was still at school

I got pregnant when I was 18 years old.  I was still at school. At that time, the child’s father and I were renting a room from some people we knew.  Everything was fine. After a couple of months, my boyfriend started taking trips to Norway to work. I went to live with my boyfriend’s mother in order to save some money. It was difficult there, because she abused alcohol and didn’t like me very much. Eventually she threw me out of her home. The next morning I went to live at “Caritas” (a home for new and expectant mothers who have nowhere to go). It seemed that I was being pressured from all sides and no one would let me just carry my baby to term in peace.  By the way, I had been dreaming about having a baby since I was 15. I wanted to grow up faster and have my own baby. Maybe it was because I love children.  But mostly I felt that since I didn’t get much love from anywhere else, at least my baby would love me.  I felt lonely.  I came to “Caritas” without a penny, so it was very difficult to get through the month to my first stipend.  I continued my education and attended a course for new mothers.

During the most difficult moments, I was helped by my mother, “Caritas”, and the Crisis Pregnancy Center. The center provided as much as they could; they provided all the most important things for both me and my baby, I received moral support, they listened to me and gave me good advice.
I would like to tell all mothers not to be afraid to speak! And we do not need to be afraid to raise children on our own. We need to try our best for our children, even if it means giving up things that are important to us.

Jolanta