“I found out I was pregnant when my second daughter was not even three months old and my oldest daughter was two and a half. My husband at the time wasn’t a great provider by any means and was a closet alcoholic. There was nothing more that I loved than my kids but was struggling to keep my head above water, a fake smile across my face proving I could do it alone without asking him for any help. Often when the baby was too loud, he would lock himself in the bedroom with a bottle, forcing me and my kids to sleep in the living room on a couch while blaring his music. Mind you, the baby was a newborn! I made an appointment with my doctor to get birth control. I was happy with my girls and knew I couldn’t handle the thought of having another baby with how things were (& how they have been for years) was looking forward to have one less thing worry about. The doctor asked when was my last period and that’s when it hit me. …I knew as soon as I took it that it was positive. Later that afte...