"Two and a half years ago, my ex called me and told me she was at the hospital and that she was okay, but didn't want me to hear through the grapevine. After prying and asking her to just tell me what was going on, she told me that she was unknowingly pregnant and she had lost the baby. Thinking this was a few weeks or months after things with another guy, I was sad but not overly concerned, but when she said it was eight months... My heart stopped. I rushed to the hospital after admitting to my parents that I might be the father (they weren't fully aware that we were doing the dirty during our relationship). I held my stillborn son that night, crying, begging for him to just breathe, take one breath, and that I would give him the world if he would just be ok.
His mother almost died with him that night, and though we never really worked out, I still love her greatly. My father later told me that day he knew he had succeeded as a parent and that I was already the man he hoped I would be. I am forever different because of that little boy."
"I was 17 years old, finishing up senior year, and in an amazing relationship with my first love. Then, I got a text from a girl I randomly hooked up with (we had a little fling a year before this) explaining she was pregnant and due in a couple of weeks.
I cried, freaked out, and got angry because I thought she was lying, but all I said was: 'We have to get a DNA test.' I didn't hear from her for four months, overjoyed loving life with my girlfriend, then I got a letter with a time to take a DNA test. Ten days after I turned 18, I showed up and locked eyes with this little 3-month-old and saw me in him and immediately started crying! Things were so difficult at first; I was feeling like I had nothing to give another human being, and my beautiful, loving relationship was falling apart because of everything going on.
I thought about not having anything to do with him for a few years and came to realize how important having a father is to a child, and I would hate myself if I were so selfish. I manned up, there was no time to think, my little boy was here on this earth who wanted my love. With my family's support, I became the best dad I could be and gave all the love this wonderful, loving, tough little boy deserved.
Everything is turning out just fine after a lot of struggle. I give up a lot, but holding him when he's scared or wrestling him when he thinks he's a robot from 'Real Steel,' it makes all the nights you spend in instead of going out all worth it. He turns four-years-old next month."
"My sister was 14 when she got pregnant with my nephew. The father was 26. He's in prison and will be for another seven years.
This wasn't the first time he did something like that, either.
The messed up part is that he made her want to have a baby - it was planned. My family spent so much time and money in and out of court trying to put that sick man behind bars (my nephew has four brothers and sisters by different women all same age).
My nephew is now seven-years-old, and my mom has been raising him for six years because my sister would rather continue to mess up and be an awful person. She once abandoned her kid and left for Florida and the state gave my parents emergency custody and she still got him back.
She is currently pregnant with her second child with a guy who refuses to believe it's his (and it really is his) and just continues to make terrible decisions. She checks out when it comes to raising. She dropped out of school and has nothing to offer her kids except my mom who will do the hard work for her because she won't allow the kids to suffer. It's just a product of her raising and KY living. It's just sad to see babies having babies.
All of the crap that's come from it has very much destroyed our family."
"My sister got pregnant when she was 15. She didn't tell anyone for months, and you couldn't see it because she was always a bit on the heavy side.
She told us when she was already five months in and it became noticeable that she was thicker than usual.
She cried a lot and said she was afraid. My parents and I (21 at the time) told her that we would be there for her, no matter how she decides. We left it up to her.
She kept the baby and my nephew was born at the end of 2010.
I had just started going to college. The daddy left shortly after the kid was born because he had no interest in him at all.
However, after my nephew was born, my sister became depressed, so I told her I could care for my nephew for a few days/weeks until she got everything in order.
Two years passed. I took care of him every single day and sometimes even at night. My sister actually got a lot better but decided to spend her time 'going back to school.' She lied. Instead, she went out with friends and so on. After we found out we sat her down and told her that she needs to woman up and take care of her child.
She agreed, but we didn't see much of it, to be honest. I concentrated on college more and she met someone. He was 15 years older than her but seemed like a nice guy.
'Seemed' is the keyword, because it became apparent that he was a deadbeat. He had no job, liked to say that 'its the foreigner's fault,' and has a huge amount of debt.
After a few months, my sister tells us she is pregnant (again) and will move in with him. She was almost 18 at the time so we couldn't do anything about it.
After she moved out she told us she got pregnant the first time because she didn't 'wanna go to school no more, the baby daddy can pay for me.' The second time it was the same thing, only that the dude had his own apartment (together with his mother, I kid you not). In both cases, she didn't realize she wouldn't get any money when the fathers don't have jobs that pay well and a huge amount of debt.
Nowadays, she is married to the second guy, still lives with him and his mother, and has three children. All at the age of 20. She looks like she's 40 now and she is slowly beginning to realize her huge mistakes.
The kicker: I am not allowed to see my nephew anymore because I am a bad influence on him. While her husband smokes, sits on the couch all day watching soccer and drinking, I gave my nephew a PSP as a gift and played video games with him all day when he visited me. And apparently, that's just bad parenting. Kids are not supposed to play video games. Oh, and I also told him that I don't believe in God after he asked me if I did, because his mother always answers every question of his with 'Because God made it so.'
That's life, I guess. I really miss my nephew, love him like my own son."
"My best friend, Patricia, got pregnant in college and planned to have an abortion. She couldn't go through with it so she planned to give the baby up. The day she gave birth, she decided she couldn't live with giving her up. So, that day, her parents bought everything she needed and moved her home from college. The father was 17 and still in high school at the time. He wouldn't tell his parents or anyone else about it. My friend was working two jobs and was attending a community college.
The guy's parents are rich and could help, yet still, the guy wouldn't tell them. The baby girl is now two-years-old and the father's parents still don't know, and he doesn't visit or help pay. She has finally given him an ultimatum to either tell his family or she will. She hasn't told them, due to respect for him and the fact she isn't thrilled with the idea of his family being a part of her daughter's life.
Don't be this guy, the quicker you tell your parents the better it will be. Now this guy has to tell his family he has a two-year-old daughter and he has been lying to his family for almost three years."
"My 'friend' since the third grade got his girlfriend pregnant last summer. He is now 20, and she is 15. He's not in school, works overnight at a gas station, and the girl announced her pregnancy through Instagram. That should give you an idea as to what kind of couple they were.
Originally, he was supportive of her, and so were both of their parents, and things seemed to be going fairly well. About three weeks ago, right when the baby was due, he bailed out. He is now with some other girl and he will likely be living at home making child support payments until he is 40.
Dude is a total prick."
"My daughter got pregnant at 14. The father was 17. I don't know about him, but I cried. A lot. Having your teenager get pregnant at such a young age felt like one of the top five parental failures. She wanted to have the baby. Abortion wasn't an option anyway since she hid it for five months. I asked her if she wanted to be the mom or the sister to the baby, she said mom.
I pay for everything, but she raises the baby and surprisingly does an outstanding job. The boy is long gone. My granddaughter is 16 months old now and he has seen her once, right after she was born. The boy's parents think we owe them the world because they bought a crib. They're SO annoying and do nothing but make excuses for their son, who is now an adult. My daughter just turned 16 and is an honor student. She realizes how fortunate she is that I could afford this.
We all love the baby, she will never do without anything, except maybe a father."
"My now wife and I were 17 and 16 respectively when she told me she was pregnant. We hadn't been dating long and I had a lot of doubts in the beginning that it was mine. She still makes fun of me for how I reacted. I just started staring off into nothing for a long time not saying anything. She says it was probably the worst thing I could've done for her mood.
Her dad wasn't entirely in her family picture but I had to meet him and his new wife to tell them the news. Super awkward. I made sure we met in a public place.
Because we were minors, we needed our parents to sign a consent to marry. He refused to consent. It made us so mad, but today I really respect him for being so calm and thoughtful about it. He didn't want us to make a bad situation worse. We saved the marriage until our son was about a year old and we were sure it's what we wanted. I'm still thankful he refused.
Her mom stopped talking to her and kicked her out of the house. My parents took her in and set us up in their basement. One day, a few weeks after telling her, my now mother-in-law showed up at my parent's house with balloons, pickles, and a book about newborns and made amends. So, my parents took us in initially but were (I assume) waiting for us to come to our senses, as they eventually asked us to consider an abortion. We're both pro-choice but were young, scared, and neither of us could really bring ourselves to it. When my parents pressed too much we ended up moving into a closet at her mom's house and my parents didn't see us until our son was born, and then only the day of the birth and not again until we reconciled a few months later.
Life was and still is tough. We both had to grow up really fast and are still coming to terms with what that's cost us in our lives. I quit smoking and got full-time work. Her mom made sure we finished high school. I still remember how great some teachers were about letting me bring my son to class so I could be there some days. We now have a home of our own and two daughters since then. It was ridiculous and I'm not sure I'd have the strength to do it again knowing now what I do. But we did it. I hope that if you find yourself in a similar situation you're as fortunate as I was to have a group of people in your life who love you. Life won't be the same but those kids are worth it."
"My girlfriend and I were 17 years old when she got pregnant. We had been dating for about a year and a half. I already had teenage visions of marrying her long before the pregnancy.
After we found out via a pregnancy test, I said something like, 'I guess we should get married,' and she nodded.
Telling our parents wasn't so hard. Her parents found a book on pregnancy in her room and added up the score. My mother basically said, 'Oh, dear' and seemed shocked, but there was no yelling, as I declared we were moving in together when we turned 18 in a few months. We found an apartment. Life was very, very poor. But we made it. Thank goodness we live in Canada because the government paid her for one year to stay home when a basic job would have been hard to do with our situation.
Our oldest daughter turns 15 in a month. We also have a 10-year-old, and our 15th wedding anniversary is next week. We have a house, two cars, and a dog. The normal life. We made it. I think we were lucky."
"I was 20 and thought I had life by the balls. She was 17, and due to some problems with her family, I took her to live with me (I was the cause of the problems in the first place). We lived together for a year, and then one day, we decided to 'do it' during the days of the month when we shouldn't.
A few months later, I was at my parents, who we lived next door to, and she came to me on that rainy night with a positive test. I drank a few, but it really didn't phase me much. It had already been a trajectory of stepping up and working on myself since we started living together, but there was a bit of that 'my life is over' feeling involved, I won't lie, and, a lot of economic worries.
To any fathers or mothers to be, let me just tell you that a kid is really not that much of a burden... how can it be? You will know a different kind of love and this is coming from someone that had trouble even feeling the slightest emotional attachment to people. Three years later, we are still together, the kid is beautiful, strong and healthy."
"I was 17, she was 18. It was the summer of my junior year, and she had just graduated. After a late period and several tests, we knew we had to tell our parents. We told her's first. Her dad stormed off, we heard a few mumbled curses, and then he came back and gave her a hug and said we could all work through this. Later that night, I told my parents. My dad stormed off and I heard a bunch of loud curses and things being broken, then he came back and gave me a hug and said we could all work through this. Funny how the two dads reacted.
We waited until two months after the kid came to get married just to make sure it was what we really wanted to do. I managed to graduate early so when our daughter came, I was already out of school. Originally, I had intentions of going to the United States Military Academy for college and then a career in the Army. With this happening, it threw a wrench in that plan so I secured a full scholarship to The University of Tennessee at Knoxville through ROTC so I could commute from home and attend college. My wife worked a series of low paying jobs for the next five years to keep food on the table while I finished my degree in electrical engineering.
Upon graduating, I was sent to Randolph Air Force Base as a second lieutenant and eventually received my Aeronautical Rating as a Combat Systems Officer.
Our daughter is now 12 and our younger daughter is now 6.
It was a LOT of hard work and took a lot of perseverance on both of our parts. Having a kid while you are still a kid yourself, and going to college and living on your own for the first time is extremely stressful, and there were many a time I did not think we would make it through those first years as a couple. You have to really assess what you want from life, what is the right thing to do and how to make the two coincide with each other. It was not an easy endeavor but my wife is truly my best friend, my kids are pretty awesome and I can't picture my life any different than it is currently."
"I was 16; we had seen it coming but neither of us really accepted it. I was scared and felt as though my life had been dissolved. She told her mom about it, took a test and it came out positive. Her parents weren't upset and they willingly supported us. It took me about three months to tell my mom and she reacted just how I imagined: she cried, she denied it, she broke down in front of me and it made me feel awful.
Eventually, my girlfriend and I stopped seeing each other as often. We talked about marriage but I've called off two different attempted engagements which only made her family hate me more. I slipped deeper into a depression that had been affecting me for a few years and it was rough. I often thought about leaving but I could never find it in me. I eventually got over my fear and started taking responsibility by making plans for the future, which also helped me truly accept the situation I was in.
Seeing my beautiful baby girl for the first time changed everything. The emotions were indescribable, and that was absolutely the happiest day of my life. Since then my relationship with my girlfriend has greatly improved, I've begun dealing with my depression and doing a better job with it. My daughter is now just older than a month and I am proud to call myself a father."
"I was almost 16, and she had just turned 18. We had been together seven months and she was on birth control but it didn't work too well. When she told me, it was in her car after coming from a football game. She said she had told her parents already and that she absolutely couldn't get an abortion, so I respected that and told my parents I was having a baby. They were extremely upset as their 15-year-old kid said he was having his own kid.
By my own decision, I started taking online high school classes instead of traditional schooling. I graduated almost two years early and got a job doing private security. I got dumped right before my daughter was born and the night of her birth, my ex's new boyfriend was there trying to sign the birth certificate (he was 22), and I ended up going to court for full custody of my daughter afterward because my ex was crazy and I knew she wouldn't be a suitable mother.
It's been three years, and now it's just my princess and me with grandparent visits every other weekend and the occasional mom visit at my apartment. I like to think I've done well so far, given the fact that I make enough to take care of both of us, go out for fun all the time, and I have a savings account for her with college/emergency money. It hasn't been fun the whole time, but it's definitely rewarding."