Pregnant, alone, with not a soul in the world to care for her. That’s how Jodi-Anne felt. Here are her early struggles as she made an incredibly difficult pregnancy decision. You can find part two of her story here.
Jodi-Anne shares her story.
I was more alone than anything. And when I told [my daughter’s] dad that I was pregnant, he wanted me to have an abortion – to suit his benefit. And what he wanted to do. And then, of course, he goes, “I’ll go with you, if you want me to.”
I’m like, “You’ll go with me? Ok… No. Can I make a decision?”
“Well, you know, my previous girlfriend did that and that was the best thing she did for herself.”
“Ok, but how does that help me? Are you going to be there if I decide to go and have the baby?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever your decision is, I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll support you… but if you are going to go, let me know and I want to go with you.”
I got on a plane, I came home, and everything unfolded the way I thought it would. My mom said, “Nope, that’s it.” My brother said, “If you have this baby, then you’re no longer a part of our family.” What… Where do I go from here? How do I… how do I wrap my head around the fact that I’m having a baby?
Jodi-Anne went for an ultrasound.
At this point, I was seven weeks and two days, and all I saw was this little dot: this little red dot, just beeping. I remember looking at the screen and saying, “You know what, it doesn’t matter what I’m going to go through, it doesn’t matter who says the worst things they can possibly say, I am having this baby! It does not matter!”
Just that little moment of seeing the heartbeat just going on the screen, knowing that I’m not losing the baby. The baby’s going to be here! The baby’s going to grow! I’ll figure it out…