My 15-year-old daughter kept complaining about nausea and severe stomach pain. My husband brushed it off and said, “she’s just faking it. Don’t waste time or money.” So I secretly took her to the hospital myself. The doctor stared at the scan and whispered, “there’s something inside her…” All I could do was scream.

“It is okay, sweetheart. I will be right here when you are finished,” I promised softly while squeezing her hand.

Megan guided her down the hallway into a smaller office before quietly closing the door behind them.

I remained alone in the waiting area while my thoughts spiraled completely out of control.

Pregnant.

The word echoed endlessly inside my mind..…continue reading…