So my third pregnancy my daughter. I am currently with her father, engaged infact. But instead of being engaged then, we were only living together. It was a rough pregnancy I gained a TON of weight, and eventually gave birth to a 8lb 9oz baby girl. Her father wasnt there, he had to work hes a cop. I love him though.
I guess that story is all still being written.
So there in 4 blogs I said my general past. I will continue through the big events like; am I pregant now? I had one negative and one positive at home test; How will my wedding plans pan out?; How will my holiday travels go?; I have court next month how will that go?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Pregnancy #2 2005-2006
This is my son's story, Riley Michael Paul Vogel.
I was dating his father a friend of mine, and one day I found I was pregnant. I got a job at Hot Topic, and later a second job at a call center. This story is short at least the pregnancy is. On June 29th 2006 I went to the doctor's office and he told me I had to be induced because my blood presure was TOO high! Ok whatever is best right?
So the next day at 11:11am I gave birth to a 8lb 8oz baby boy. His father was there, and my mother. I was so happy, and drugged. But happy. After we left the hospital, I had left work temperarily, so I took care of my son, I wasnt married, but engaged. I lived with my parents, and would travel between my fiance's parents house and my moms, only 5 mins apart.
Then when my son was 3 months old my Fiance handed me paperwork taking my son, and kicked me out of his house. I spent the next 7 months just trying to get the right to be alone with my child. I still fight to this day to make his life as normal as possible. Though I have moved away from Michigan and him, I still see him. Now if only I could make the courts see I deserve to see him more, and that his father has been vendictive.
I was dating his father a friend of mine, and one day I found I was pregnant. I got a job at Hot Topic, and later a second job at a call center. This story is short at least the pregnancy is. On June 29th 2006 I went to the doctor's office and he told me I had to be induced because my blood presure was TOO high! Ok whatever is best right?
So the next day at 11:11am I gave birth to a 8lb 8oz baby boy. His father was there, and my mother. I was so happy, and drugged. But happy. After we left the hospital, I had left work temperarily, so I took care of my son, I wasnt married, but engaged. I lived with my parents, and would travel between my fiance's parents house and my moms, only 5 mins apart.
Then when my son was 3 months old my Fiance handed me paperwork taking my son, and kicked me out of his house. I spent the next 7 months just trying to get the right to be alone with my child. I still fight to this day to make his life as normal as possible. Though I have moved away from Michigan and him, I still see him. Now if only I could make the courts see I deserve to see him more, and that his father has been vendictive.
Pregnancy #1 2003-2004
So after I graduated in June 03, I moved to St Paul Minnesota, with my older brother and sister in law. I was pregnant, I tried to hide it, because I was 19, and when someone said something about what they thought I tended to do that. I wanted to make my own choice. Finally in mid January 04, I came clean with my brother. I hadnt had a doctors appointment before then, and was very very close to a due date. I think I went to 4 appointments, before I went into labor.
The day I went into labor was interesting, it was the 2nd of Feb 2004, and over the weekend it had been snowing so the snow was super deep. My brother and sister in law were at work, and I hadnt been feeling right all day. I ate I hung out, and cuddled with their dog Carmel (who has since passed at age 17). When my sister in law got home from work I told her I think Im in labor, and we packed the car up and headed out. But it was rush hour and we got stuck at the end of the alley.
It took us 45 mins to get to the hospital which was typically 15 mins away. Once we got there, we went from floor to floor because no one knew where we should go. At this point I had concluded that I couldnt care for this baby, and was going to give it up for adoption, I had a family lined up in Pennsylvania. Although they didnt know yet. Once we got a room, I was hooked up to IVs because I was dehydrated and everything. The next day I gave a rough birth to a 7lb 8oz baby boy. Healthy and happy, I gave him to a great family in Pennsylvania, I havent physically seen him since, but the family sends me pictures all the time.
The day I went into labor was interesting, it was the 2nd of Feb 2004, and over the weekend it had been snowing so the snow was super deep. My brother and sister in law were at work, and I hadnt been feeling right all day. I ate I hung out, and cuddled with their dog Carmel (who has since passed at age 17). When my sister in law got home from work I told her I think Im in labor, and we packed the car up and headed out. But it was rush hour and we got stuck at the end of the alley.
It took us 45 mins to get to the hospital which was typically 15 mins away. Once we got there, we went from floor to floor because no one knew where we should go. At this point I had concluded that I couldnt care for this baby, and was going to give it up for adoption, I had a family lined up in Pennsylvania. Although they didnt know yet. Once we got a room, I was hooked up to IVs because I was dehydrated and everything. The next day I gave a rough birth to a 7lb 8oz baby boy. Healthy and happy, I gave him to a great family in Pennsylvania, I havent physically seen him since, but the family sends me pictures all the time.
Day 1 Nov19th, 09
So a bit of introduction I suppose is appropriate. Im 25, I like to think Im young, and I have had a very unique passionate journey. I have had 3 children, however when you ask me I consider myself the mother of 2 or 1 1/2 (at times). I went to a little middle of nowhere school in Michigan. I didnt know my father growing up, but I had a stepdad.
When I grew up, I lived particularly tough I was one of those kids who actually only learned the hard way. But for the most part life was good. I had a mom and stepdad who loved me a brother who is 9 1/2 years older then me. I of course have secrets of my childhood, which you never know I may blog about at some point. But once I got a lil older more like 4 years before I graduated we went to a town called Manistee camping, and fishing (I slept and ate when we fished).
Then when I graduated in 2003, I was pregnant and so on from there. I will probably break each of those into stories, since my life is full of them.
When I grew up, I lived particularly tough I was one of those kids who actually only learned the hard way. But for the most part life was good. I had a mom and stepdad who loved me a brother who is 9 1/2 years older then me. I of course have secrets of my childhood, which you never know I may blog about at some point. But once I got a lil older more like 4 years before I graduated we went to a town called Manistee camping, and fishing (I slept and ate when we fished).
Then when I graduated in 2003, I was pregnant and so on from there. I will probably break each of those into stories, since my life is full of them.
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