In February I found out I was pregnant at 16 almost 17 and in March we went to get an ultrasound done because I had had some spotting everything checked out great although the dates and the babies growth didn’t quite match up but because we weren’t sure when we conceived my doctor brushed it off. Not even a week later the spotting was back but just a little heavier I called my OB and he said to wait it out if it seems to get heavier then go to the ER I waited and soon enough it just kept getting heavier and heavier. I’m guessing at this point you can all tell where this is going. I can remember the day like it was yesterday every single ounce I went there as happy as I could be since it was only light spotting I didn’t think there could have been something wrong but boy was I wrong. On March 22nd one day after my 17th birthday I lost my daughter ( I say she’s my daughter because all babies are female before 8 weeks). This isn’t your average story for a little bit I did decide to try again but my boyfriend screwed with my head so much to make me believe that it was my fault that I started to believe him. I didn’t think I deserved another child, but then one day I woke up with him sexually assaulting me and I knew that it wasn’t me it was him. I left immediately I couldn’t take the hurt I felt. I felt like one second everything was great and then the next I’m being dragged into a dirt rode. Fast forward almost a year later and I am working as hard as I can to finish school. I found the best guy ever and my life is finally getting back on track. What I’m trying to say is even if everything goes down hill all at once you will survive. I will always keep my daughter close by I got a tattoo as a memorial to her and my current boyfriend is happy to talk about her at any time I need.