Name: Lorraine Roselyn Smith
Parents/Guardians: Mitchell Smith and Cassandra Somers
Birthdate: Sunday, August 7, 2011, 11:00 AM
Sex: Female
Length: 12 inches
Weight: 1 pound
The above information is my daughter's stats.
Mitchell and I decide to name her Lorraine Roselyn. We think those are very pretty names that go together very well.
I let Lorraine take Mitchell's last name since he's the dad and it's the traditional way.
She is small because she is 17 weeks premature.
Mitchell and I want to carry and cradle her, but we can't. Dr. Graham has to put her in a ventilator and she has to check up on her regularly. Lorraine is the beautifulest baby girl ever, but she isn't healthy at all. I mean, she can't breath on her own yet because her lungs aren't fully developed. Her heart is very fragile and it doesn't beat consistently. The poor thing is stuck in a breathing machine (ventilator) and she is attached to another machine that pumps her heart.
"Will she make it?" I ask Dr. Graham in tears.
Dr. Graham replies, "Oh, honey, she will most likely survive. She just needs intensive care for a few weeks. She'll get better over time. I promise."
I smile weakly. "Okay. Good."
Dr. Graham leaves the room.
"That was amazing," Mitchell says to me.
"What is?"
"The birth. The baby's arrival. She is so beautiful and she looks like you and me. It's...it's so - "
"Magical?"
"Yes! Magical."
I smile. "Yeah."
"Yeah." Mitchell smiles.
I made it. I got through the pregnancy. I got through being in labor. If - I mean, when - Lorraine gets better, my life will be okay. Actually, my life will be great.
Being a mom at 15 isn't fun, that's for sure. But because of my strength and the love of others, I made it.
"I'm glad that you, out of all people, is the father of the baby I carried and birthed." I tell Mitchell, smiling.
Mitchell's smile turns into a grin. "And I'm glad that you, out of all people, is the mother of the baby I helped conceive."
Mitchell and I kiss lightly.
"Cassie, will you be my girlfriend?" Mitchell proposes out of nowhere.
I choke out of amazement. "Yes!"
We kiss again, but this time more heavily.
Mitchell Smith is my boyfriend!
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A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
