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My Story (Anonymous)

August 9, 2011

23yrs old –postpartum 8 months.
Angel Jae born to heaven, mum of girl and boy, step mum of girl and boy.

I found myself thinking back as I watched my sick child in deep slumber in the early hours of this morning. I couldn’t remember the life I had before one, then three, then four little lives were following in the footsteps of my own life and experiences. Waking after the little amount of sleep I got that night has brought me to the place I am right now. A million memories running through my heart and my mind. My story is one of emotion, happiness in the birth of my children, the horror, abuse and fear of my past and the excitement and wonder of where my life is going.

I am a mother of an angel and four… well sort of.

I suppose to do this correctly I need to start from the very beginning. I am a young mother. This is Jae’s story. I was almost 17 when I had the flutter of nerves and excitement waiting for that pregnancy test to say yes or no. In my head if it said yes I was already a mother. I come from a good home with loving parents and I was in a stable relationship that I had been in going on 5 years by this stage. So a baby was not something I was scared of, in fact I wanted nothing more. There it was those two little lines ‘Pregnant’. What do I do? Who do I tell first? How will they react? My fiancé… Anger, rage, hurt. 19 weeks in, we’re having a boy. He snaps. He’d hit me before, I should’ve known he’d do it again. Three broken ribs, two black eyes, a broken wrist and My precious Angel Jae watching over me forever more. I still think about him and miss him each and every day. The pain is still as raw as if it were new.

He was sorry, He didn’t mean to hurt me. He wouldn’t leave, I couldn’t escape.

One year later, I’m late. Crying, alone and terrified at the possibility. I was in the dirty bathrooms at the local shopping centre, my hands shaking as I ripped off the wrapper. The next five minutes seemed to last for an eternity. There they were, clear as day… those two little lines, ‘pregnant’. This is Rose’s story. He is furious this time, “Get rid of IT before I do”. 14 weeks, My escape! He’s a cheater as well as a woman beater. The ‘other woman’ probably saved my life. I’m petrified with every strange feeling and my ever expanding belly. He found me. The threats and torment continued from him right through my pregnancy, “I will get you. I will kidnap and kill it rather than pay for it”. The stress bringing on contractions and high blood pressure, but my Rose she is strong and she is safe. She was born by emergency caesarean after complications weighing almost 10pounds. She is a beautiful child living with a disability. She is the reason I ate, slept, moved. She is the reason I survived.

We call my stretch marks “Mummy Marks” and believe you me I have mummy marks all over! And my “Smile” is a little bit wonky but Rose says that it’s the smile God gave me because the one on my face wasn’t big enough to show how much I loved her. My “smile” is My Breasts – the eyes that in her eyes only a mummy has. My stretched and misshapen belly button is the nose, which she loves to tickle and finally my wonky caesarean scar makes my smile. The smile that God gave me in the hands of the surgeon that brought my child safely into the world and is a permanent reminder of the memory that makes me smile and fill to the brim with so much love that the smile on my face just wasn’t enough.

Time kept passing as it always has. I met a man. Could I trust him? Will he hurt me? Will he understand what I’ve been through? Most importantly… Will he accept my child?

He has children too… two of them. A girl, Mary and a boy, Robert. Slowly and cautiously things move forward. He proposes, a carefully planned event with all the children playing a part, at my favourite restaurant in front of a full house of diners. Just like from the start of our relationship he was treating me as if I was the most important thing in the world, as if I were a princess. We move in together and almost immediately there they are again those two little lines ‘Pregnant’ but this time it’s different. It’s exciting and happy and I can share it. What a valentine’s present that news was!

We’re having a boy. 22 weeks in, there’s a car accident, where is the bleeding coming from? Is my baby alright? Phillip’s story. 23 weeks and we are in birth suite being told to get ready. 4cm dilated, Wait – Stop everything! My body and I believe the grace of God stopped everything. We heard the galloping of 10000 horses and we cried together. He’s alright, he’s safe tucked in tight beneath my heart. I stayed in hospital and every day got longer and longer and it was hard to cope. 8 trips to birth suite, drugs… oh the drugs steroids for baby, blood thinners, pain killers, dyes, contrasts, anaesthetics and last but not least epidural and caesarean. We made it! 35 weeks. 5pounds of amazing baby boy in my arms.

It’s funny you know, for as long as I can remember I have always wanted to be a mother. I have always wanted four children. I could never in my wildest imagination describe what it feels like inside when I look at my children. All four of them, because they are mine each and every one of them. I love them. The shape of a mother to me is not only the physical but the emotional. What makes a mother whole – her children. They are a part of her living independently outside of her own body.

I don’t know if this is a story for this site, but it is my story. I am a woman and I am strong. I am a survivor. I am a mother and I live for my children. I’m not ready yet to let my face be seen. There is always fear in the back of my mind and my greatest concern is protecting my daughter from the threats made against her.

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17 Responses to “My Story (Anonymous)”

  1. Dee Says:
    August 9th, 2011 at 10:01 am

    You’re a beautiful writer. Your story made me cry. I’m so glad you got away from the abusive boyfriend! The way he threatened you and your children and even caused the miscarriage of your first is the most terrible thing I’ve heard in a long time. He deserves nothing more than to rot in hell, which I’m sure one day he will.

    Thank you so much for sharing. I believe sharing your story helps you heal, hopefully that’s what it does for you. Congrats on your children and finding a man that treats you exactly how he should. I wish you happiness, love, and joy in life.

  2. amber Says:
    August 9th, 2011 at 10:32 am

    i love your story. brought chills to my body. :)

  3. Freeball Says:
    August 9th, 2011 at 10:57 am

    Thank you for posting this today. I am having a rough time right now and this helped me appreciate all that I have and gave me the strength to make it through another day.

  4. shannon Says:
    August 9th, 2011 at 11:08 am

    What a horrible man. Did Jae pass away because of him? I am so sorry. You do have an angel in heaven though. You are a mother of not 2, but 3 (5 counting your step children!) :) You sound very grown up. Congrats on all 5 of your children.

  5. Sarah P. Says:
    August 9th, 2011 at 12:16 pm

    Wow! You are indeed a strong woman! I applaud you for your strength and fortitude! You’re a wonderful mother! Thank you for sharing. :)

  6. Stephanie Says:
    August 10th, 2011 at 5:11 am

    This story brought tears to my eyes for more then one reason, I was abused to, so I feel your pain there, and the tears were also for your Angel. I can’t even begin to imagine the loss of a child. But your story also brought a smile to my face, your stregth is beautiful. And I am so glad that you found happiness.

  7. Amber Says:
    August 10th, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story. Heartbreaking and terrifying but I’m so happy things are going well for you now. I love the way you worded it.

  8. mrspetunia Says:
    August 10th, 2011 at 5:36 pm

    What an amazing story. You are obviously a very brave and exceptional woman. Your children are so lucky to have you. Thank you so much for sharing your story!!!

  9. DLL Says:
    August 11th, 2011 at 2:43 am

    OMG I CRIED, u are such a strong woman thank you for sharing your srory xoxo

  10. Stephanie Says:
    August 11th, 2011 at 6:43 am

    This is the best story I have ever read on mothering. On this site or any other. Thank you so much for sharing. I am praying that God blesses you greatly with joy, laughter, peace, health, and LOVE in your family!

  11. Leonia Says:
    August 13th, 2011 at 10:44 pm

    Your writing style is amazing. Your words were beautiful and had me crying almost through your whole story. Sounds like you’ve been through a lot, and grown and matured through the healing process, rather than shrinking back and living fully in fear. You go girl. Your story touched me in a way that no one else’s has to this point, and I’ve read a LOT of stories on this site for insite and encouragement. I think part of it is the way you captured me with your words. Your words tell me you are a beautiful person, and your pictures “say” the same. I’m so glad you have found a place amidst all the chaos and tragedy where you are happy now and have really learned to cherish the lives you bore, and the lives you care for. God bless, and thank you for sharing your outlook and story. I was truely touched.

  12. Len Says:
    August 14th, 2011 at 11:43 pm

    I am so glad you found happiness. You most certainly deserve it. I am sorry for the way your first boyfriend treated you, and the loss of your first child. But you are an amazing woman, with a hell of a lot to offer the world. And although your story made me cry, the ending- the fact you recognize the beauty and strength of yourself is the best ending any one of us could hope for.And that made me smile.x

  13. amber Says:
    September 2nd, 2011 at 9:18 am

    your story brought me to tears. I’m grateful for you to have been able to have your family. there’s no doubt you deserve it. icant help but think your ex’s other woman was an angel of sorts sent from baby looking out for mommy. that isamazing you made it 35 wks and delivered as well as care for three other sweets. no words can describe your strength! god bless you and your family!

  14. Laura Says:
    September 4th, 2011 at 8:05 pm

    You are a beautiful mother of 5 children as one other woman also pointed out! Thank you for posting your story. It was so wonderfully written and I am so happy for you that you seem to be living your “ever after.”

  15. Tiffany Says:
    September 8th, 2011 at 4:49 pm

    Your story made me cry. You are a very strong woman.

  16. Jolene Says:
    December 19th, 2011 at 1:58 am

    I sit here and cry and realize how blessed I am to have a healthy baby in the other room asleep and at peace. You’re inspirational.

  17. Leticia Says:
    February 1st, 2012 at 9:49 pm

    Thank you so much for sharing your story. That was so beautiful. I am so happy you escaped an abusive relationship. I am 33 weeks and I have a boyfriend who was abusive and cheated on me. So I havent been with him but he tells me his is sorry he misses me and just wants to be a family. Your story gives me hope. I feel that even if it doesnt work out with the father of this baby I may find someone who treats me right and loves me and doesnt hit me or say mean things to me or make me feel like Im not good enough…your writing was very good. I hope you continue to share this story. Its beautiful. God Bless

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