TEEN MOM TELLS ALL by Katrina Robinson Page A

alcohol abuse, drug dealing or crime. Idle
time can yield a lot of stuff. Costly decisions are easily made
when you’re immature. One of those is unprotected sex. All of a
sudden, pregnancy emerges. An unplanned one. Unplanned pregnancy
had found me. After feeling sick for a few days, I decided to get a
pregnancy test. I went to Planned Parenthood. I didn’t tell anyone,
I wanted to go alone. It was a little scary but I had to know. The
test was positive. My stride was much slower when I left the
facility than when I went in. That kind of news will slow a anybody
down. Man, oh Man. The bus trip from that building back home seemed
like a lifetime. My mind was racing and my heart was beating fast.
Of course I told my two best friends. They just looked at me, but
they pledged their support. I felt like daaag…everybody is having
sex, but I got caught. I had to tell the father. When he found out,
he was not happy. Looking back, I guess that’s understandable since
we were both high school students. Neither of us was mature at that
point. But I never expected him to desert us. Being abandoned was
the farthest thing from my mind. I really thought he would do the
right thing after he got over the anger or when the baby was born.
He never did. I never thought about how much pain I would be in if
he disappeared. His family hurt me to my heart. Around my
2 nd month of pregnancy, I saw his mother in the grocery store and
she was so nasty to me. She was convinced I was on a mission to
destroy her son’s life. (He obviously had played no part in me
getting pregnant!) She almost ran me over in her Chevrolet another
day. She stopped in the middle of the street, got out of her car,
and started yelling and screaming. Of course she turned a deaf ear
to anything I had to say. It was all about him not getting into
trouble with the law. H er message very
clear. Abort that baby! Maybe to her that was the best thing to do, but I
was so overwhelmed I couldn’t decide what to do. Even abortions
cost money and her son had completely cut me off. She took my phone
number and vowed to help pay for the procedure. I never heard from
her ever again. I started thinking more and more about having an
abortion. At the time, I was working at McDonalds. I started saving
money for a procedure. Good ole’ mom. Most women know when someone
is pregnant. They know the signs. She saw how I was laying around
all the time. Hiding in my room. Ducking her out. Women are not
stupid! “Katrina, are you pregnant?” she asked. “No.” I knew I was
lying and so did she. She was in my room one day and found the
abortion money. She put a stop to that abortion nonsense. She did
not support abortion in the least. I’m so glad someone stopped me
from making a terrible mistake. The whole ordeal was scary and oh
so painful, but I’m glad I went through it.
     
    When delivery time came, I
was at the hospital alone. The baby’s father didn’t come, his
family didn’t come, and my sisters were too young to make it. My
mom came when I went in for surgery. I was laying in the hospital
bed and all of a sudden all the wall monitors started going off. My
mother called the doctors in. They came rushing in, yelling at each
other and moving fast. They adjusted and rolled my bed out of the
room. I said, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” None of the doctors
would answer me. I guess they figured I was just another kid
pregnant before her time and I wouldn’t understand anyway. I
started crying. I was scared to death. Is the baby dying? How much
pain will I be in? My son was having fetal distress (difficulty
breathing while inside the womb). They had to rush me in for a
C-section. That meant a permanent scar and
a long recovery. My mom had to stand
outside the operating room because of sterilization. I looked around the room and I was surrounded by
strangers. Nobody in there knew me, and I knew none of them. My body was exposed, I was in pain, and an
emotional wreck. I just