Rebecca Lynn
As you all know, we take in foster kids and have some children that are adopted, along with our biological family, I know this is a strange way to start a birth story, but trust me, it will tie in.
On Aug.30th 1997, the foster care worker called us to ask us to take a teenage boy, all that we knew was that he was biracial, and they said had been in trouble at school because he was the only black child at the high school he was in, and if we would take him he was sure to do well.... of course with him being older, we ask questions, like had he been in trouble, drugs? drinking? sex? etc.. all answers were no, none of that with this young man.... so Tom moved in the 1st day of Sept. 1997.
The first month was ok, but by Oct. 5th, he had been kicked out of school for drugs, been brought home by the police, and been caught drinking.... we started to call the worker to tell them that this young man was too much for us..... we called many times a day, for three weeks, without even a call back.... on Nov. 4th we got a call from the school to tell us that he had been caught having sex with a 7th grade girl in the swimming pool...... all of our worst nightmares were coming true.... we told the school to call the police, then to call his worker, because we did not want this child in our house... well less than 24 hours. later he was on our door step with a police officer would said the worker was unreachable, and there had been no formal charges, so he was all ours..... sorry.. they said.... So again I called the worker every day for two weeks, then I couldn't take it any more... so on Nov. 29th, I made the 3 hour drive to see the worker in person.... Just to hear that I need to give another chance, he has been through a lot... well call me a sucker, but i took him home with me... In the next few weeks, he pulled a knife on my brother, and broke some windows, and also tried to steal the car from the man next door..... Every time, we called the worker always got the run around. On Dec 17th, he was kicked out of school for good and sent home, I had made up my mind that the next morning I would once again, make the drive, and not bring him back, no matter what....
Well the next morning, my husband left for work, I was getting dressed, most of the kids were on the school bus already, Tom was still in his room I thought.... When all of a sudden my bedroom door flew open, I was pushed down on the bed, it was all so fast, at that point I didn't even know who was on top of me, as he was on my back the next thing I felt was something sharp and cold on my neck.... I don't remember a whole lot after that, as I was hit in the head many times, but I did soon realize that the person was Tom and he had a knife....
After it was all over i lay there bleeding, and I had been raped........ what seemed like forever, but was only 30 min. I got to the phone and called 911, they found him at the park, get this he was wearing my pants.......
Now they would listen... that was the last I ever saw of Tom, he is now doing 3 years... come to find out, this was not the first time he had done this to someone.....
About five weeks later, I started bleeding, like a heavy period, with cramps so bad that i couldn't move, DH rushed me to the ER....... after hours, they told us we were going to have a baby, but wanted to do a US to see what was wrong... the US said the baby was fine....... but I was five to six weeks along....... we thought our world was going to end. It was the rape all over again..
We went to a OB/GYN... that was a first for
me, he said could have an amnio, and it would tell us who the biological
father was, then we would know what to do... but this could make me lose
the baby.. we went home, two days later we called the DR to tell him that
we would not have the test...... I called our midwife the next week, she
was so understanding.... we told her we had no idea what to do, but were
going to have this baby.. The next few months flew by for the most part,
we did have another us at 20 weeks, and they told us it was a girl... from
then on we called her Rebecca Lynn....
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My due date came and went....... Two weeks and one day after my due date, my water broke, nothing much happened, but two days later, I was in labor..... It was Friday morning..... DH was putting the kids on the bus, I remember AJ by the bedroom window barking like a dog..... I pushed for over an hour, that is not like my other birth!!!!! everything was different!!! our midwife had a look on her face, I knew something was not right..... The baby's shoulders were stuck!! But thanks to God and our midwife, at 9:00 am on Sept 18, 1997, I gave birth to a 12 lb 8 oz angel!!!!!!! Due to the size of the baby and both of Pat's hands, I did tear and need some stitches... but thanks to Pat once again.. all was fine. |
| I thought I would know right away who Becca
looked like, but she wasn't brown or white in color, she was red, Pat said
due to her size, she might be Tom's as he was almost 6'0 and over 190 lbs...
size 14 shoe....... much bigger than DH and myself.
Pat told us right away that Becca had a heart mummer... One more thing to worry about.... But you know after a few hours, it didn't matter who Becca would grow up to look like, she is OUR baby.......... No matter what the future holds in store for us, we are a family..... And despite all the problems we gave birth to our baby at home where no matter what she was born into loving hands....... |
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~ Lisa (beccaboss)