can someone edit this please?

Expect the unexpected! You know how you sit and write your life plan for you, baby, and the baby’s father, well beware this plan may or may not work out like you planned it. A lifetime to parent someone is challenging and rewarding, but ever changing so expect the unexpected!
The realities of planning for parenthood include the basics of shelter, food/ formula, clothing, diapers, daycare, transportation, medical care, dental care, and eye care. But as your baby gets older, you have to start to incorporate and plan for your child’s education. Ask yourself questions like while you work where is my child going to go to school? What time do you work? What time does school get out? What time do you get off of work? If your child goes to school before or after you go to work, who is going to help you get your child to/ from school? Who is going to pay for that? What happens in the case of an emergency?
Who is going to give your child undivided attention to play with and teach them things after school and on the weekend? How will you have time for yourself? Will you be crabby and mean or understanding and patient? These are the type of planning questions one should have when considering to parent. And honestly I had a lot of questions concerning what was about to be coming out of my vagina , and yes I just said vagina but lets start off with the beginning and how my life actually came about.
My life hasn’t been an easy one, its actually been extreamly and incredibly hard. It all started when I turned 16, july 20th 1994. That was the day my mom was legally allowed to kick me out without getting CAS (childrens aid society ) involved. Reasons behind her kicking me out? My step father, we didn’t get along and honestly no one could blame me for not. I was in grade 9 when my parents got a divorce. Which was November of 2009 , by March 2010 I was moving to barrie into a total strangers house. I had no idea who this man was I was just being told , this is where your going to live now. These are your new siblings and this is your new highschool. No warning signs , no opinion from me, just whatever made my mom happy. Clint and I faught a lot , it was brutal I couldn’t wait to move out on my own. So that’s what I did. I moved to Peterborough Ontario to be closer to my father who had also moved into a different relationship and unfortunally didn’t have enough room for me to move in. Moving to Peterborough was rough, I stayed in a youth shelter, which wasn’t the greatest. I hated it there, the food everything was disgusting. I enrolled into a school called Thomas A Stewart where I met a lot of people who have influenced me to be the kind of person I am today, one being a boy named Brady Roy. Brady had blonde hair , blue eyes was fairly attractive and I instantly had a little crush on him. We started hanging out a lot and by April 2010 we were iresperable. We did everything together. He was the best thing to ever happen to me, and understood me, like no one else. He was my brick wall to lean on when I was hurt , or scared. He was my bestfriend. Grade 11 came and everything was perfect , so we thought. Until April 2011 where I missed a period. We both thought nothing of it , I mean my periods had always been irregular. I started getting really sick to the point where I couldn’t even drink water without being sick. So brady decided to take me to the hospital as we both knew something wasn’t right. My urine test came up negative, so we ruled out pregnancy until they checked my blood and found out I was pregnant. I was immediately sent for an ultrasound where they found that I was 12 weeks pregnant. When I saw my little boy on the ultrasound screen tears ran down my face It was a feeling I had never felt before. I felt instant love, for this little person growing inside me, however that wasn’t how my partner was feeling. We started fighting a lot, he wanted me to get an abortion and that time I wasn’t strong enough to tell him no. So we went to Toronto that weekend with his friends to go get an abortion, We went to a place where there were tons of girls there with there partners getting abortions , they made it feel like it was a good thing to do. I got there and instantly backed out, Brady wasn’t too happy about this and we faught for a good 3 days before he apologized. We were okay again brady still was upset about the situation but he wasn’t mentioning abortion. Until I Got to about 20 weeks and he still wanted me to get an abortion, so yet again I was too scared to say no as I loved brady and didn’t want to loose him, so we made our way up to a place called Cabbage Town Abortion clinic where I asked the abortionist to tell brady that I was too far along for abortion. There cut off for abortion is at 23 weeks which to me is so inhumane and not right. Thank god the abortionist told brady he wasn’t able to do it , which yet again caused a new issue. I was having this baby and there was nothing brady could do about it. But unfortunally that didn’t make him love this baby growing inside me, instead it made him consider adoption. So yet again here I am 8 months pregnant and because I live on my own in Peterborough I was scared and listened to him so we hooked up with an adoption councellor who helped us find a perfect family. We never met them but we did end up picking a family for our child. It wasn’t till December 28th 2011 I had the guts to stand up to brady and tell him I was keeping our child because I didn’t think adoption was for us and I believed I could be an amazing mother. Brady didn’t agree with this and tried everything to change my opinion on it, but I stuck with it and had an amazing little 9 pound 5 ounce baby on January 6th 2012 at 9:11pm. Brady unfortunally wasn’t there for the birth but did come shortly after riley was born. After I thought all the worse was done, I went unconscious. My heart rate dropped and I was put on oxygen. I lost too much blood so I had to have 3 blood transfusions. Luckily my little boy was perfect Now a lot of you may be thinking that this is the end of the story but this is just when my storey and who I am today really began. I got home and everything changed I was no longer a teen anymore I had to grow up. I had a responsibility a life , that I was now in control of. I had a little boy staring at me , dependent on me for every aspect of his life. I had rough nights and early mornings, felt like I was always going to be in this never ending time zone of getting up feeding him and then changing his diaper. But you see that’s when I came to realiziaton and started to notice the little things that made it all worth it. Hi sfirst smile, his first laugh ,when he started noticing me in crowds, when he started saying mama and of course dada. When he started noticing toys and interacting with not only me but other people. He’s starting to get bigger and bigger everyday he is doing something different and I just look at him with this huge amount of love in my eyes. I cant believe that I created this little boy. He is everything ive ever wanted in someone.
A lot of people judge young moms as bad moms and this is another topic I want to get into as I’ve been judged a lot , mainly when I was pregnant. Girls would look at me with such disgust moms would be shopping with there daughters and just stop and stare , not asking themselves if I was going to be a good mom or getting to know me as a person but just judging that id be a bad mom because I am a young mom and in there eyes I’m uncapable of being a good mother because of my age. I think I’ve proved everyone wrong. No I haven’t finished highschool yet , I’m 2 credits short, but I will be done. Ive been accepted to Georgian College for Dental Hygiene as of September 4th I will be going to college , and defying the odds that everyone portrays against young mothers. I will be making a future not only for myself but for my child. I think once you have a baby you’re teen years are done and you need to start acknoleding that this human isn’t a game. They rely soley on you for not only love but fincial stability. Having a child isn’t cheap, and ive learnt the hard way. I’ve had to rely on my grandma for a lot of things and Welfare, something I never thought id be on. I’m here today to explain to all young mothers out there that you can do it. I went to a young mothers school where I met a bunch of amazing girls that I’m bestfriends with today who were in my situation as well. They all did amazing, we all have different stories to tell and unfrotuanlly not all of our stories are told correctly. Were still young , we still do stupid things , we still are growing up ourselves, we haven’t found out what love is , or what we want to be in life. Heck we barely know what bra size were in half the time, were still developing into woman ourselves , but does this mean were not good mothers? What is a good mom really? I’ve honestly can say I’ve never met a perfect person so how on earth is it possible for other people to judge as uncapable of providing for our children. Back in the late 1300’s mothers were 13 and fourteen years of age. If having a baby is so wrong at such a young age and were incapable of doing so how was It possible for them to do it? I’m not condoning anyone elses opinions either it’s just enough is enough. I think people need to reconigze that some young mothers are better mothers then some moms who are in there 30’s I know a lot of girls who do one heck of a job at rasiing there children and they should honestly be so proud. My ex boyfriend which would surprise a lot of you is an amazing daddy. He takes Riley every other weekend and plays a huge part in Rileys life, yes staticsts also show that the dads don’t tend to stick around. Even though me and Brady are not together he stuck around for his son and that’s all I can ask of him. Riley will never be without or isolated without both his parents, we deceided to co-parent So now I ask myself am I doing the right thing for my child? I finally have concluded that answer to this , I may not be the smartest or prettiest and I may mess up from time to time. I may get upset, or angry but that’s what makes us all human. I think I’m doing an amazing job with my son and I wouldn’t change anything in the world. If I could go back and change a thing I wouldn’t . This is a rewarding life experience and he is my gift from god. I will nuture and love him till the day I die. I hope one day Riley turns into a mature , loveable young man and understands why I chose to keep him in my life and reconigzes how much I went through just to have him. My advice to you the audience is to never give up and don’t listen to what people say , be strong do what you feel is right in your gut. Have strength and believe in yourself. Miracles do happen and Riley is mine.

do you have a word document with the paragraphs and stuff lined out? its a bit hard to read this way but I could have you email it to me if you've got it lined out.

whats your email yes that would work out its for my assignment that is due tomorrow , i suck at writing things so i need serious help making this sound more floyyy

Quoting Kate94:" whats your email yes that would work out its for my assignment that is due tomorrow , i suck at writing things so i need serious help making this sound more floyyy "

Ugh I won't be able to do it by then. I've got homework too   Lemme post in K&S and see if anone will help.

honestly I couldn't even read it cause it isn't in paragraphs
 

Quoting Curlyheadedfck:" honestly I couldn't even read it cause it isn't in paragraphs  "

she can email the document to you.

Expect the unexpected! You know how you sit and write your life plan for you, baby, and the baby’s father, well beware this plan may or may not work out like you planned it. A lifetime to parent someone is challenging and rewarding, but ever changing so expect the unexpected!

The realities of planning for parenthood include the basics of shelter, food/ formula, clothing, diapers, daycare, transportation, medical care, dental care, and eye care. But as your baby gets older, you have to start to incorporate and plan for your child’s education. Ask yourself questions like while you work where is my child going to go to school? What time do you work? What time does school get out? What time do you get off of work? If your child goes to school before or after you go to work, who is going to help you get your child to/ from school? Who is going to pay for that? What happens in the case of an emergency?
Who is going to give your child undivided attention to play with and teach them things after school and on the weekend? How will you have time for yourself? Will you be crabby and mean or understanding and patient? These are the type of planning questions one should have when considering to parent. And honestly I had a lot of questions concerning what was about to be coming out of my vagina , and yes I just said vagina but lets start off with the beginning and how my life actually came about.


My life hasn’t been an easy one, its actually been extreamly and incredibly hard. It all started when I turned 16, july 20th 1994. That was the day my mom was legally allowed to kick me out without getting CAS (childrens aid society ) involved. Reasons behind her kicking me out? My step father, we didn’t get along and honestly no one could blame me for not. I was in grade 9 when my parents got a divorce. Which was November of 2009 , by March 2010 I was moving to barrie into a total strangers house. I had no idea who this man was I was just being told , this is where your going to live now. These are your new siblings and this is your new highschool. No warning signs , no opinion from me, just whatever made my mom happy. Clint and I faught a lot , it was brutal I couldn’t wait to move out on my own. So that’s what I did. I moved to Peterborough Ontario to be closer to my father who had also moved into a different relationship and unfortunally didn’t have enough room for me to move in. Moving to Peterborough was rough, I stayed in a youth shelter, which wasn’t the greatest. I hated it there, the food everything was disgusting. I enrolled into a school called Thomas A Stewart where I met a lot of people who have influenced me to be the kind of person I am today, one being a boy named Brady Roy.

Brady had blonde hair , blue eyes was fairly attractive and I instantly had a little crush on him. We started hanging out a lot and by April 2010 we were iresperable. We did everything together. He was the best thing to ever happen to me, and understood me, like no one else. He was my brick wall to lean on when I was hurt , or scared. He was my bestfriend. Grade 11 came and everything was perfect , so we thought. Until April 2011 where I missed a period. We both thought nothing of it , I mean my periods had always been irregular. I started getting really sick to the point where I couldn’t even drink water without being sick. So brady decided to take me to the hospital as we both knew something wasn’t right. My urine test came up negative, so we ruled out pregnancy until they checked my blood and found out I was pregnant. I was immediately sent for an ultrasound where they found that I was 12 weeks pregnant.

When I saw my little boy on the ultrasound screen tears ran down my face It was a feeling I had never felt before. I felt instant love, for this little person growing inside me, however that wasn’t how my partner was feeling. We started fighting a lot, he wanted me to get an abortion and that time I wasn’t strong enough to tell him no. So we went to Toronto that weekend with his friends to go get an abortion, We went to a place where there were tons of girls there with there partners getting abortions , they made it feel like it was a good thing to do. I got there and instantly backed out, Brady wasn’t too happy about this and we faught for a good 3 days before he apologized. We were okay again brady still was upset about the situation but he wasn’t mentioning abortion.

Until I Got to about 20 weeks and he still wanted me to get an abortion, so yet again I was too scared to say no as I loved brady and didn’t want to loose him, so we made our way up to a place called Cabbage Town Abortion clinic where I asked the abortionist to tell brady that I was too far along for abortion. There cut off for abortion is at 23 weeks which to me is so inhumane and not right. Thank god the abortionist told brady he wasn’t able to do it , which yet again caused a new issue. I was having this baby and there was nothing brady could do about it. But unfortunally that didn’t make him love this baby growing inside me, instead it made him consider adoption. So yet again here I am 8 months pregnant and because I live on my own in Peterborough I was scared and listened to him so we hooked up with an adoption councellor who helped us find a perfect family. We never met them but we did end up picking a family

for our child. It wasn’t till December 28th 2011 I had the guts to stand up to brady and tell him I was keeping our child because I didn’t think adoption was for us and I believed I could be an amazing mother. Brady didn’t agree with this and tried everything to change my opinion on it, but I stuck with it and had an amazing little 9 pound 5 ounce baby on January 6th 2012 at 9:11pm. Brady unfortunally wasn’t there for the birth but did come shortly after riley was born.

After I thought all the worse was done, I went unconscious. My heart rate dropped and I was put on oxygen. I lost too much blood so I had to have 3 blood transfusions. Luckily my little boy was perfect Now a lot of you may be thinking that this is the end of the story but this is just when my storey and who I am today really began. I got home and everything changed I was no longer a teen anymore I had to grow up. I had a responsibility a life , that I was now in control of. I had a little boy staring at me , dependent on me for every aspect of his life. I had rough nights and early mornings, felt like I was always going to be in this never ending time zone of getting up feeding him and then changing his diaper. But you see that’s when I came to realiziaton and started to notice the little things that made it all worth it. Hi sfirst smile, his first laugh ,when he started noticing me in crowds, when he started saying mama and of course dada.

When he started noticing toys and interacting with not only me but other people. He’s starting to get bigger and bigger everyday he is doing something different and I just look at him with this huge amount of love in my eyes. I cant believe that I created this little boy. He is everything ive ever wanted in someone.

A lot of people judge young moms as bad moms and this is another topic I want to get into as I’ve been judged a lot , mainly when I was pregnant. Girls would look at me with such disgust moms would be shopping with there daughters and just stop and stare , not asking themselves if I was going to be a good mom or getting to know me as a person but just judging that id be a bad mom because I am a young mom and in there eyes I’m uncapable of being a good mother because of my age. I think I’ve proved everyone wrong. No I haven’t finished highschool yet , I’m 2 credits short, but I will be done. Ive been accepted to Georgian College for Dental Hygiene as of September 4th I will be going to college , and defying the odds that everyone portrays against young mothers. I will be making a future not only for myself but for my child. I think once you have a baby you’re teen years are done and you need to start acknoleding that this human isn’t a game. They rely soley on you for not only love but fincial stability. Having a child isn’t cheap, and ive learnt the hard way. I’ve had to rely on my grandma for a lot of things and Welfare, something I never thought id be on. I’m here today to explain to all young mothers out there that you can do it. I went to a young mothers school where I met a bunch of amazing girls that I’m bestfriends with today who were in my situation as well. They all did amazing, we all have different stories to tell and unfrotuanlly not all of our stories are told correctly. Were still young , we still do stupid things , we still are growing up ourselves, we haven’t found out what love is , or what we want to be in life. Heck we barely know what bra size were in half the time, were still developing into woman ourselves , but does this mean were not good mothers? What is a good mom really? I’ve honestly can say I’ve never met a perfect person so how on earth is it possible for other people to judge as uncapable of providing for our children. Back in the late 1300’s mothers were 13 and fourteen years of age. If having a baby is so wrong at such a young age and were incapable of doing so how was It possible for them to do it? I’m not condoning anyone elses opinions either it’s just enough is enough. I think people need to reconigze that some young mothers are better mothers then some moms who are in there 30’s I know a lot of girls who do one heck of a job at rasiing there children and they should honestly be so proud. My ex boyfriend which would surprise a lot of you is an amazing daddy. He takes Riley every other weekend and plays a huge part in Rileys life, yes staticsts also show that the dads don’t tend to stick around. Even though me and Brady are not together he stuck around for his son and that’s all I can ask of him. Riley will never be without or isolated without both his parents, we deceided to co-parent So now I ask myself am I doing the right thing for my child? I finally have concluded that answer to this , I may not be the smartest or prettiest and I may mess up from time to time. I may get upset, or angry but that’s what makes us all human. I think I’m doing an amazing job with my son and I wouldn’t change anything in the world. If I could go back and change a thing I wouldn’t . This is a rewarding life experience and he is my gift from god. I will nuture and love him till the day I die. I hope one day Riley turns into a mature , loveable young man and understands why I chose to keep him in my life and reconigzes how much I went through just to have him. My advice to you the audience is to never give up and don’t listen to what people say , be strong do what you feel is right in your gut. Have strength and believe in yourself. Miracles do happen and Riley is mine.