I'm reaching the end of Senior Year. From here, my decisions matter. I could have the baby or put it up for adoption, but I don't like to think too much into it since I'm not due for a few more days. There's twenty minutes left of nineth period and I'm counting down the seconds. I turn to Izzy and we start talking until I suddenly have the urge to use the bathroom. As I ask to go to the bathroom, Iz then followed me to the bathroom and stood right outside the [[stall]].Once I got done with my buisness, I go to flush the toilet. I noticed my water broke. "IZZY THE BABY'S COMING!!!!!" I screamed. As I cried in pain, Iz so thankfully dialed 911 and told Zack, Noah, and Derek the baby was coming. Then she literaly went into the nurse's office and stole a wheel chair saying, "Sorry, emergency." I had met her outside the bathroom when I saw Zack running down the hall. When he reached me, he helped me sit down on the chair. As we ran past the office, Zack had told Iz that Derek was in the middle of a French test and Noah was outside with the truck. Sure enough, there was Noah in his navy blue Ford that dad got him when he was 15. While we drove, I could hear mom's voice on Noah's phone. She sounds rushed, yet happy. Zach's in the back seat with me. He's reassuring me; he's calmed even though I'm in pain. Zack slowly leans in, and whispers in my ear, " Connie, I love you. I want to be in your's and our baby's life if you keep it. I'm supporting whatever decision you make." Then, without any question, he gently kissed the top of my head. After twenty minutes of being wrapped in Zack's arms, I look out the truck window and see the [[hospital]].As Noah rushed out of the driver's seat of the truck to get the wheel chair, Zack opened the door and carried me outside on to it. Then rushed me into the hospital. At the front desk, Iz stayed back to tell the lady that I was going into labor. Once the nurse had found me, a room I noticed Derek, his sister, and my parents running towards the front desk. When I had gotten into the room and out of the wheel chair the nurse and Iz helped me get on the hospital gown (which being in labor and having to get on that gown sucks by the way). From there the doctor came in, Iz left, and I was put through thirteen hours of labor. It was hard I'll admit, but once my beautiful baby boy was born, it felt worth it almost like I could go through those nine months all over again. It was a roller coaster that would loop for hours and hours on end. Once I finished drowning myself in my luck of my new born, the nurse took the baby to get its shots and to make sure he was okay. Then everyone filled the room from neighbors, siblings, friends, and family everyone was [[there]].Now here is where things get a little bit hectic. Everyone was hounding me with questions from 'Are you going to keep him?' to 'What's his name?' It didn't take very long for the nurse to come back with the baby, and bless the Lord for that. The nurse handed me the birth certificate as she gave the baby off to Zack. "So.. what's your plan, Connie? Will you keep him or put him up for adoption?" the nurse stated as Zack looked at me with probably the saddest face, worried I would rip that baby from his arms and give it to another family. Up until that point, I had realized that I had to think about the life I'd give to that baby. Would I [[keep him]] or [[leave him]]?As I looked into Zack's eyes, I said, "He's ours and he will be ours until we die; then, he will be the world's baby. We'll keep him." Zack's face bursted with sheer happiness and excitement. Everyone in the room was happy and supportive with my decision. I turned over towards the nurse and she handed me the birth certificate. I signed my name while Zack handed the baby over to his mom. Then he signed his name, and for the first time in what felt like a billion years, I felt so eager to go school shopping, go on vacation, to have family fun days, and to plan his birthday parties with him. Now, all I need is his name, the thing that he will be called for the rest of his life. I turned to my older sister Mackenzie and asked her "I need a name."
"Well remember that old horse we had,Jackson. Why don't you name him that?" she said.
Zack glanced at me and said, "[[Jackson]] Alexander Sterling." As he took the certificate and wrote my baby's name on the line.I took a glance at everyone in the room and made eye contact with Zack when I said, "This baby is ours, but we want to give him his best life. We...... just can't have him, Zack. We don't have the money to support him; we can do an open adoption. We can arange days when we can see him, and I'm sure his adoptive parents will be caring and loving towards him." I watched the joy seep from Zack's pores as a wash of sadness fell over him. I felt guilty for what I told him, but it was too late the nurse had already taken the baby from Zack and out of the room. My mom took the certificate from her and signed off the lines including the adoption papers. I got up from the bed and went outside as Zack grabbed my wrist, turned me around, and said "I still want you, and I'm fine with the open adoption." Then he held me there in suspense before he took me out of the room to say goodbye to our son [[for now]].Jackson is such a brilliant kid, and frankly I'm glad Zack and I didn't lose him by putting him for adoption. Right now I'm starting college applications and working on my family's relationships with each other. Zack had already moved out of his parent's house and started working at an auto repair shop so he could pay for his college tuition, and I moved in with him and Jackson. So far, living together has been great. We plan on going to the beach this summer.
In this case, you found the happier ending of the two, but how would you like [[Saying Goodbye]] all over again?For now, I mostly focused on my relationship with Zack and college applications. Every other weekend I get to see my son. I'm not exactly happy with losing my child, but at least everyone was supportive of my decision.
In this case you both won and lost; however, you can go back and start [[Saying Goodbye]] all over again.Story Title- Sweet Water High
Author- Allison Birge
Grade/Schooling- Indiana Junior High School (IASD)/7th Grade
Now you know about Sweet Water Highs credentials you can start [[Saying Goodbye]]