My Baby, My Inspiration
Three years ago, I suffered from gynaecological problems that culminated with a small operation and months of hormonal therapy. I was advised not to leave it "too late" to have children. Then at the age of 25, I was already pursuing a career in Europe and an active lifestyle of travel and adventure sports. I love children and the idea of having them myself was certainly something I wanted but definitely not in the immediate future. I was having the time of my life!
Funny enough, turning 28 early this year I started to think of having a family sooner rather than later. I was in a relationship and but I knew my boyfriend was far from ready. I was willing to put things on hold. Lo and behold, a few months later I discovered I was pregnant! The doctor sent me for an ultrasound and at 7 weeks and 3 days, I could already see and hear the fetus's heart beating! I was filled with joy, awe, amazement and tears filled my eyes. I felt an instant bond with my baby. It felt so right!
I went back home with a little apprehension as I had a feeling my boyfriend would not take the news too kindly. He runs his own company and business was going through a difficult transition. On top of that, he was also involved in a legal case. A very stressful time indeed! Him having a very difficult childhood as well was certainly not in my favour. That evening, I told him the news, and my fears were realized! He wanted an abortion! We talked about it and the discussion went on over the next few days. This culminated with an explosive and abusive argument one evening and I knew that there was not going to be a resolution anytime soon. It was his way or no way! This was my baby and I was not going to give it up in spite of my feelings and fear of losing him. I have to do what is right for my baby and me. The next day, I packed my bags and left.
In the mean time I phone my Mom back home and appraised her of the situation. Imagine my gladness when her first reaction to the baby was, "Oh good!" Coming from a catholic woman with traditional values, this was certainly a surprise! I guess I underestimated a woman who understood and nurtured two strong, independent and non-conformist daughters. Perhaps this was why we thrived as well as we did. She knew how distraught I was and immediately told me to fly home. My father's reaction was one of shock and despair. I knew he was worried about my future of being a single mother, having a child out of wedlock! Scandalous! My mother soon talked him round. When I returned home, I had a heart to heart talk to him. There were no recriminations, just plain understanding and full support.
Having an abortion was never an option for me. It is a life and it goes against my being if I have to abort my baby. My choice of having this child is a difficult path. My life would be a lot easier if I did not have it. I would still be in a nice relationship leading an exciting life. Having this responsibility now means putting my career on hold, closing a chapter of my life which means a great deal to me. In retrospect, there were three occasions where I could unwittingly have easily lost my baby. But the little fighter inside of me hung on and fought to live. How can one not be inspired by its tenacity and its determination? The road ahead maybe difficult but with the love and support of my loving family, how can I not but have faith, confidence and be hopeful of a good future ahead with my baby, my inspiration?