Day One

Well.. today I'm starting this blog as a dedication to my son and to myself. I've started this 3 years too late but hey there isn't any expiration. To catch you all up on where this all starts I'll explain a little about myself and what the content of this blog may be.

Myself
I'm a city girl, born and raised in Chicago, IL. Although my childhood was happy for the most part there are somethings that would have been nice not to happen or that I could just forget. Furthermore I'm part Ecuadorian and part German so there is a lot of culture I have yet to discover. I just turned 23 this year and I'm freaking out how time passes so fast when you are older, seems like just last year I was still in High School enjoying my youth. Now I'm a stressed out, depressed single mother of a child who has Down Syndrome (did you catch that? Part of why I'm blogging). When I found out, at the age of 19, I was pregnant it was sort of no surprise. I was young, stupid and wanted the love of someone. Well it didn't turn out to be love he didn't want to have anything to do with my roller coaster of emotions and thought it was best to just stay away till the baby comes. Little did he know how much more crazy I could have gotten. So... when my little monkey boy came into this world everything seemed much scarier. How was I supposed to trust all these people with the littlest thing in the world that meant everything to me???? I then came to the conclusion if baby daddy didn't want to deal with my emotions then why would he now? I began to fear him, like he was going to hurt me and our child. It was then I realized it was going to be just me and the little monkey boy. But I'm getting ahead of myself. In the beginning I thought it was all going to work itself out like any other mother to be and teen.  I was always so excited about having a child, everything that I dreamed of was coming true except for the whole happy family thing. The stress of the baby daddy not having a job and dropped out of college was killing me. I was working full time and didn't have much college schooling or a plan. I did save like there was no tomorrow. Living at my parent's house though wasn't ideal. Before this whole pregnancy thing I was planning on moving to Georgia and going to school there.. well that didn't happen. I'm still living with my parents and to much of a surprise things are getting better.

Details of this story will be revealed as I go along and more interesting topics will be presented. For now the little monkey will be getting out of his 3rd day of Preschool soon and I still have household responsibilities to work on.