It's January 4th, my baby is seven today.
Today at 1:31 a.m., my little darling, Cora Lyric Harmony Rae ****, was born into this world. She was a healthy 6 lbs 15 oz and 19.5" long. I gave birth to her with no pain medication after a year of sobriety.
Go back to when I was 15. He said he loved me. He said he'd be with me forever. He knew all the right words to say, he knew how to sweet talk me and get me to cave in from my beliefs. He stole my virginity and got me pregnant about six months into our relationship. In April of 2003, I found out I was pregnant. My dad was very supportive, my mom was not. And neither was her father - he up and left, saying it wasn't his baby. What an asshole. I continued to go to school and after having her I basically homeschooled myself so I could get my GED.
And I sit here seven years later. I picked up my baby from 1st grade, gave her a kiss, helped her with her homework (the little bit 1st graders get), and fixed up some hamburgers and homemade baked macaroni and cheese for dinner. Now my little girl is watching a movie in the other room, and I sit here waiting for her to go to bed so I can take some benzos and sleep this comedown off.
My baby, with her white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that can stop a heart from across a room (just like her mommy, except mommy's hair is flaming red now) and the nose and bad eyesight of her sperm donor, is the reason I'm still alive.
She is the reason I cut down my habit. I cannot yet stop, I'm not in the right place, but she has me willing to cut down my use and try to eventually get across the bridge to sobriety.
Today at 1:31 a.m., my little darling, Cora Lyric Harmony Rae ****, was born into this world. She was a healthy 6 lbs 15 oz and 19.5" long. I gave birth to her with no pain medication after a year of sobriety.
Go back to when I was 15. He said he loved me. He said he'd be with me forever. He knew all the right words to say, he knew how to sweet talk me and get me to cave in from my beliefs. He stole my virginity and got me pregnant about six months into our relationship. In April of 2003, I found out I was pregnant. My dad was very supportive, my mom was not. And neither was her father - he up and left, saying it wasn't his baby. What an asshole. I continued to go to school and after having her I basically homeschooled myself so I could get my GED.
And I sit here seven years later. I picked up my baby from 1st grade, gave her a kiss, helped her with her homework (the little bit 1st graders get), and fixed up some hamburgers and homemade baked macaroni and cheese for dinner. Now my little girl is watching a movie in the other room, and I sit here waiting for her to go to bed so I can take some benzos and sleep this comedown off.
My baby, with her white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that can stop a heart from across a room (just like her mommy, except mommy's hair is flaming red now) and the nose and bad eyesight of her sperm donor, is the reason I'm still alive.
She is the reason I cut down my habit. I cannot yet stop, I'm not in the right place, but she has me willing to cut down my use and try to eventually get across the bridge to sobriety.
