I wasn't as bad as they made me out to be, I didn't party every night actually I was a real home body. The school started off, I was excited to have what I thought was friends but nobody is really your friend. I liked a couple of guys but it didn't work out.
By the time season started I was home every night and working out, I loved basketball, one the court was the only time I excepted and respected. You couldn't deny I played hard, I might lose but you wouldn't have an easy win, you were going to have to work.
The Season was a blur of excitement, injury and perseverance, I torn the ligaments that wrap around your Tibia, still played, I practiced with my boot on. Mid season I started having pains in my lower abdominal region, the school trainer said it was probably a hernia.
After Basketball season ended I went to the hospital because I was having sever pains, I told the doctor what my school trainer had said about the possible hernia. He asked was it possible I was pregnant and when was my last menstrual period. Well no I couldn't be pregnant and well I normally have 4 periods a year, I was very athletic and less then 12% body fat.
3 hours later, they take me to get and ultra sound, 1 hour later the doctor asks me if I knew I was pregnant, I was 5 1/2 months pregnant. The sudden realization that I had played an entire season of basketball pregnant, there was never any movement, I still had my six pack. NO I couldn't be pregnant I didn't have sex with anyone around my birthday.
After 5 hours at the hospital, I heard his heart beat and I couldn't deny it anymore. I was pregnant and it wasn't as though I was in relations with someone around that time. I searched for a name a memory something, Amber. My roommate in college we had our ups and downs, I went to Amber and asked her what happened on my birthday, all she could tell me was there were two guys in our apartment and the night was a blur once drinks where poured. I didn't remember the night, not like oh I was fucked up, no I mean there were pictures of me unconscious on a floor.
Who in their right mind has sex with someone who is unconscious, I saw a picture (long after I had my son) I cried cause I looked dead in the picture.
I had left the hospital confused, I was in college, still wanted to play basketball and now I was pregnant and I have 3 1/2 months to get ready to take care of another life. I can't even take care of myself.
It was the first time I truly offered up an honest prayer and I got my reply "he isn't yours to keep but he is yours to have, his mother is waiting"
I went home and started searching the internet for families, I don't know how I got to the site but it was called it's about love.org (I didn't know at the time it was through LDS family services). I selected my race preferences and this cute white couple popped up. I thought since they don't know that neither of them are black, lets search for a family at least one is black. Two pictures popped up, I began to scroll over the first picture and when I got to the second, I felt someone run across my stomach. I sent them in email, "My name is Jasmine Petit, I am 18 years old and the little guy in my tummy told me you are his mommy and daddy, 480-***-****, I look forward to hearing from you."
I reply came in the middle of a moderately warm day in Arizona, "You should get in contact with LDS family serves and get a case worker, here is our case workers information."
The Journey isn't mine to tell but This was one moment in time I didn't mind stepping aside and letting Jasmine have her moment.
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