Special Needs Mom
I was 22 years old and in my junior year of college at Oakland University. I had to leave school because I owed money from freshman year. I moved in with my cousin and her family in Bloomfield and worked at Burger King to work towards paying down my debt. I had a boyfriend at the time and we were forced to separate because I was no longer able to live on campus (which is where he was living at the time). My cousin was married with 4 girls of her own. Three of the girls were very close in age to me. Nevertheless, all 5 of us grew up like sisters. We were together all the time. One of my cousins got pregnant a few months before I moved in. Due to her age, she decided to terminate the pregnancy. After I moved in she had another pregnancy scare. She thought for sure that she was pregnant again and wanted to find out for sure.
One day while the parents were gone, my cousin and I went to the store to get pregnancy tests. When we got back to the house, one of us forgot to grab the bag with the tests and left them on the kitchen counter. When their parents returned home they found 2 pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. They immediately called the four of us downstairs and demanded that one of us confess about who the owner of those tests were. Since I am the oldest of the hour I said they were mine. They told me that they wanted the results in 48 hours. I was cool with it because I knew that I wasn’t the one who might be pregnant. I took the test the next morning.
Actually, I took both of them. Contrary to popular belief…I was pregnant. I told my cousins and they told me I had to move back in with my mother. At the time, my mother and I did not have the best relationship. I was scared to move back home with my mother. I did what I had to do. I spent my entire pregnancy at my mom’s place. When I went to one of my appointments and I was told that I would be taking an alpha-fetaprotein test. When it was time to get the results I was called in to get them. I drove in talking on the phone to my sister.
I was so scared of what they were going to tell me. I walked in for my appointment and waited in the waiting room for a little while then I was escorted into a room. The room was so creepy. It was an all white room with white walls and white tables and chairs. It felt so sterile and uninviting. When the doctor came in I was told something that changed my life. They told me that it was likely my child would be born with Down Syndrome.