Parent Kid

I came from a good home, my parents never drank and were not abusive, nor have I ever wanted for anything. I found myself bored last summer so my boyfriend and I hung out with his older brother and his friends at the pool. They were all drinking and seemed to be having so much fun we tried it and it was fun; until reality set in.

I found myself stumbling around the house trying to find the bathroom to pull myself together before I went home. I began to cry as I realized how useless it was. My boyfriend's older brother came out of his room, and asked me what was wrong. I told him, and he said, "Try this, this will sober you up." He put a glass pipe to my lips and coached me on how to inhale as he worked the lighter. When he told me it was crack I felt too good to be scared. I was hooked instantly.

I found myself in a relationship with him based on the crack, and sex. Three months later I realized I was late, I could be pregnant, I took a test and found out my fear was a reality. He said he would take care of the baby and me if I would at least cut down on the crack. I tried, but I couldn't.

When I started having contractions in my 8th month, I smoked more crack to dull the pain then my water broke. My baby was born addicted to crack. Not only did I mess up my life, but hers too. My baby is now in foster care, my boyfriend left me, and my family is not ready to talk to me yet, but I am learning to deal with my addiction. I am attending parenting classes to learn how to be a mother to my baby. Thanks to getting into treatment my baby and I have a chance to live life together drug free.