In February 2016, I was 19 years old.
I had just graduated high school and was heading out to live with my family in Southern California.
I was excited to be starting my own small business and had been working at a local grocery store since I was 14 years old, but the first time I gave birth, I felt like I was in a hospital.
I also had some health issues that required me to go to the hospital every other day for two weeks.
I still don’t know how I got pregnant.
I didn’t know what the procedure was or what I was getting into.
I think I gave my body a little push.
At one point, I got a tattoo of a baby girl on my arm, and I thought it was cute.
I wanted to make sure I was ready to take the baby to the delivery room.
But the doctors at my hospital thought it looked like I had given birth to a fetus.
They had a scan and they told me to get out.
My life was over.
After the birth, my mother was angry and said, “It’s all my fault.
If he hadn’t done this, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”
It was so hard for me to accept that.
When I was about 20 years old and starting my second job, I went to my father’s office to find out what was wrong with me.
He was a doctor.
He told me about the scans and the blood tests and said that I had had a baby.
I was shocked.
I felt so confused.
I went in there and I couldn’t believe it.
I said to my mom, “I think I just gave birth to the most beautiful baby I’ve ever had.”
My mother said, ‘Oh, your daughter’s going to be the most perfect mother ever.’
The doctor told me that I would probably have to have surgery and I had to get a C-section.
At the hospital, they took a picture of me with my son and my daughter and gave me a sheet of paper with a picture on it.
The doctor said that it looked so cute, so innocent, and that it was just like an advertisement for my business.
I kept thinking, ‘Well, I don’t have any money to pay for this.’
I was told that I should get a tattoo and I said, “‘No, I won’t get a lot of money.
I’ll just give it to you.’
They said, `Well, that’s what they say.
That’s what people say.
You don’t want a tattoo, but we will pay for it.’
I couldn, but I couldn`t do it.
After about four months of waiting, I called my father.
I just wanted him to know that I was so happy and that I wanted him and his family to see that my daughter was fine.
I gave him the money and I was glad that he didn`t get angry with me because I felt bad.
It felt like he really believed me.
The next day, I woke up in the hospital.
The doctors told me I would have to wait for a few weeks and they would give me a checkup.
The next day was February 2, and it was very cold.
I remember thinking, I just had to go.
I don`t have anything to wear.
My hair is long, and my eyebrows are a little bit thin.
They said that if I got into a bad mood, they would cut it off.
I thought, ‘That`s horrible.
They are going to give me this beautiful tattoo, this beautiful baby, and they are going not to take my money?’
The doctors gave me the tattoo and said I would get a check-up and they wouldn`t be able to give it back to me.
My son was in the car and my dad came and told me what was happening.
My mom said, ”Your daughter is going to have this baby, so please come home and make sure that it is okay.”
I said I had no choice.
I couldn’ t make it work.
I left the hospital the next day and drove back to my house.
The hospital didn` t want me to come back, so they took me back.
I told them that I loved them and that they were doing what was best for me.
When my husband came home, he said, �She`s been so happy.
I have to tell you, she was crying for hours.
She told me, ‘Mom, I`m sorry.’
I didn`T want to say anything.
He just laughed and told him that it`s OK.
I called them and said it wasn`t right.
I knew that they could do it and that my mother would have nothing to do with it.
So I told him to tell my mother to call the hospital and tell them that my husband said that my baby was fine and