"When I found out the man that I loved cheated on me, I knew I had to get away. So for two weeks, I visited Paris living my 'bucket list' dream.
Once it was time to go home and face reality, I realized I hadn't had my period in over a month. I bought a pregnancy test the minute I landed, and the test results were positive.
I was scared out of my mind. I never wanted to be a mother. When I told the father I was pregnant, his response was that I should have abortion so that I could achieve my goals: finish school and travel. I never expected anyone to utter those words to me.
I told him I would never have an abortion, and he told me I was trying to ruin his life. That was the last day I ever saw or spoke to him.
I felt hurt and embarrassed that I chose to have my baby, and also that I chose to be a statistic. I was now a single, black/latina pregnant woman.
Throughout my entire pregnancy, I never touched my belly, talked to my baby, or showed her love. At 32 weeks, the doctor told me that the baby stopped growing at 28 weeks and that we needed to discuss plan B.
One day, my blood pressure spiked and my water broke. I had an emergency c-section, and Summer Olivia came six weeks early weighing 4 lbs, 2 oz. She was the miracle of the NICU, born complication-free.
After silently struggling with guilt and wondering if choosing LIFE was the right decision, seeing her face and tiny body confirmed that this was God's plan for me, and everything happened the way it was supposed to. Summer is my perfect ending. She is God's gift to me."
- Sandra #standforlife