Parenting
“You are NOT keeping this baby,” I firmly stated, locking eyes with my daughter, Jenna. The tension in the room was palpable as we faced off, both knowing this was not her first rodeo.
Just two years prior, at the tender age of 18, Jenna had given birth to her first child, a son she chose to place for adoption. I remember the tears streaming down my face as I drove home from the hospital, while Jenna sank into the depths of our living room couch, physically recovering from her C-section and emotionally grappling with her loss.
Now, with this unexpected pregnancy, Jenna burst into the room with a gleam in her eye, excitedly sharing her “big news” and immediately diving into baby name suggestions. My other two daughters were left speechless, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief. Jenna’s roommate, in a misguided show of support, promised to help take care of the baby when she wasn’t busy working or recovering from a hangover. That plan unraveled quickly when Jenna found herself kicked out of their shared apartment.
After a brief stay at my in-laws’, Jenna ended up in a city shelter for pregnant women. They marketed it as a “boot camp for expectant mothers.” Though it was safe, it was also crowded and chaotic. Jenna faced the harsh reality of being “asked to leave” just weeks before her due date for not adhering to the rules.
I bit my tongue, wanting to snap back, but I held my composure as I listened to her sob on the phone. Yet, through it all, I witnessed Jenna’s resilience. Over the past seven months, she had navigated her circumstances with quiet strength. She obtained maternity clothes, enrolled in Medicaid, and diligently attended her prenatal appointments. She participated in parenting classes at the shelter, keeping her handouts meticulously organized. For the first time, she began asking for help and expressing gratitude when it was offered.
Amidst her tears, I could sense her fear and exhaustion. “You’ll be okay,” I reassured her.
On the morning of August 12, 2013, Jenna welcomed her daughter, Ava Marie, into the world at 10:30 AM. Weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces and measuring 20 inches long, Ava was a healthy bundle of joy with a robust set of lungs. I was instantly smitten.
I decorated Jenna’s hospital room with balloons and stayed by her side until she was discharged. When it was time to go home, I drove them back and helped Jenna give her newborn her first bath.
Today, Jenna is a dedicated single mom, attending weekly counseling sessions and receiving government assistance while she works hard to build a stable life for herself and Ava. She’s set her sights on enrolling in cosmetology school. In witnessing her journey, I’ve come to understand that it truly takes a child to raise a responsible adult.
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In summary, Jenna’s story is one of resilience, growth, and the incredible journey of motherhood. As she continues to navigate her new life, I am proud to be a part of her and Ava’s adventure.
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