First of all I would like to thank my APR Hotline nurse and doctor. Without them, I would not have my beautiful baby boy. I was going through a rough time in life, and I ended up pregnant. From financial struggles and relationship problems to housing issues, everything that could possibly go wrong did. I was trying to stay positive because we had a baby on the way. My house has mold growing from an improper repair and the property management was refusing to fix it, so I had no other choice but to try and move and fast.

The father and I were constantly arguing, which was very stressful due to the fact that I was the only one trying to get the bills paid. My grandparents had told me that if I were to become pregnant by him that they would ask me to abort. They are the ones that help me with everything, from rent to rides, they are there. The father knew this, so when he thought that he no longer wanted to be with me, he then told them our secret of being pregnant. I didn’t know how far along I was at this time, but we didn’t think I was far.

They discussed with me how I do not need to bring another child into the world to struggle. They convinced me, or so I thought, that this was what needed to be done. The father told me to abort as well. So on June 27th, I went down to the clinic and they had me take the Mifepristone (the first abortion pill). I was ten weeks pregnant. They then gave me four pills to take at home. I felt horrible. I had seen my blessing on the sonogram machine. He had fingers and legs. He was moving, full of life. And I was going to take that away. I couldn’t stop crying. The whole ride home I cried and cried. I wished and wished that I could go back and not take that pill. Who was I to decide if this child should live or not? How selfish it was of me to try and undo what God has blessed me with?

Something told me to look online for a cure and to look for it fast. Even though the clinic had told me there was no going back, I had faith and hope that there was somewhere out there that could help us. I found a number, and pressed my luck. I spoke to an APR Hotline nurse, and she located the nearest doctor that could help us. My doctor prescribed me progesterone. I prayed and prayed that this would help my baby. I had morning sickness after the first day, and I had never been happier to feel morning sickness. My baby was okay and alive. I felt him moving, I was filled with joy. Week by week, my belly grew. More and more, I felt him move. He was becoming so strong. I was so happy. Shortly after that, everything started to fall into place. I got a job, and found an affordable place to move to. Blessings came, one after another. I am truly grateful.

We had an ultrasound appointment in October to check on his organs and find out the sex. His organs were developing fine and they told us that he’s a boy. On my due date, January 27th, I had another ultrasound/sonogram to determine the baby’s estimated weight. They told me that his would be 9lbs 5oz! What a big little guy! At 12:13 am on January 29th, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He was 8lb 10.9oz and 29 ½ inches long! He passed all of his tests. He was perfect, my blessing. Baby Salvador Vasquez Herrera IV.

If anyone out there is thinking of aborting, or possibly already took the first step that you thought you wanted to take, there is a way to fix it. Don’t lose hope, don’t give up on your baby’s life. God will show you that it’s all worth it. Everything will fall into place. As long as you keep trying and don’t give up. Whatever you do, don’t give up. There is always a way, some just take different paths to get there. Children are the future. You never know what they will be capable of. Give them their chance to live and become what they are destined to be. Have faith, and God will guide you.