by Amy Jo Browne

Created on: March 17, 2009

When my fifteen-year-old daughter got pregnant, I thought here is more stress to deal with. Amber had run away at age 15and that is when she had gotten pregnant. On one hand, I was angry with her for having unprotected sex, but as the months passed, I grew excited that I would become a grandma.

Amber knew instinctively that the baby she carried was a daughter, and had been calling the baby Kylie Ann since she found out she was pregnant. She changed from a wayward teenager who was rude and mouthy into one who cherished the baby.

I was there with Amber my daughter as she had her first ultra sound, and I cried as I saw the little outstretched hand on the screen. "She's already got her hand out for shopping money," said the ultrasound tech as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

That is when it became very real to me, and I began to get excited. This was my first grand child and even though I was angry at first that she was on her way suddenly I could not wait to hold her in my arms.

Amber got a job in a library for the summer, and put most of her paycheck into her savings account. The savings account, which she called Kylie's trust fund, was growing quickly. My daughter kept very little money out each week for herself, and what she did keep out she usually bought something small for her unborn daughter.

My daughter's personality was changing every time I saw her, she was changing in so many good ways. The wild teen that used to jump out her window was gone, and replaced with a very respectable young woman who loved that unborn daughter so much.

With the stress of her situation, Amber was having trouble gaining weight. With several steps in the school, it became difficult for her to climb the steps to the upper classes so I pulled her out of school around the middle of November. Her doctor recommended this, so the school agreed and I taught her at home.

One Thursday night shortly after this when I arrived home from work, she told me something was wrong. We did the usual things as drinking juice and did what we could to rouse the baby. Nothing was working, so we went to the doctor.

When the nurse did the sonogram, I saw no heartbeat but thankfully, the monitor was turned so Amber did not see this. A second nurse entered the room, and then a third nurse entered with a midwife. None of them was saying what I knew to be true. All four left the room, and a male doctor walked in looked at the monitor and stated the obvious in a cruel way the obvious. "This baby does not appear

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