My sister did the same thing. 18 years old, no HS diploma, but she had a job. She was due to start birth control in 2 weeks, but she just couldn’t wait that long, I guess. She got knocked up by a guy she’d been dating for 2 weeks. This is the same guy one of our good friends had just broken up with, because he was a physically and mentally abusive shithead.
“But he doesn’t like condoms!” she whined, when I asked her why on Earth they didn’t wrap it up. This was my first clue that this was an abusive boy she’d gotten tangled up with.
He put a ring on her finger and proposed, and my mother promptly moved him into her house. He refused to hold a job, actually quit a damn good job with benefits at Coca-Cola. He just sat on his ass around the house and had his friends over a lot.
Fast forward 9 months…my neice is born. Another 4 weeks and I am getting a call from my sister about how something’s wrong with Haille’s leg, and they’re going to the hospital. Long story short, Haille’s femur was broken clean in the middle, and upon examination they found fractured ribs and busted blood vessels in her eyes, evidence of shaken baby syndrome. After numerous tests for things like Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bones) the detective on the case finally got my neice’s father to admit to breaking her leg out of anger, and shaking her for three weeks. He sits in jail right this second, and my neice is without a father.
Anyhow, it’s a tough road, when someone very naive and unprepared decides to bring a child into the world. My sister still has not received her diploma, but she works constantly to support herself, her child, and my mother. She’s doing a lot better now than she could have been, and I am very proud of her, but it was rough there for a while. My sister has gained a certain inner strength now from all of it, but I can’t help but think that it’s her own mess she’s had to clean up.
I hope the best for your sister, but I know it will be hard for her and all of those who love her.