So while you young mothers were dealing yesterday with allowing kids to watch certain movies or not, here's what I got to deal with when I got home. As I walked through the door and didn't even have time to set my purse down or take my shoes off.
DD: Mom, remember my friend ******.
Me: Yes, why?
DD: Well she has a problem and needs emergency contraception. You always said that any of my friends could come to you if they needed help with birth control or anything else.
Me: (Inside

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Me: (Outwardly). OK, what is the story.
DD: Well she just got birth control pills a week ago and started taking them, but had unprotected sex 2 days ago and is worried that she could get pregnant
Me: Let me go take a bath, relax and think about what to do.
DD: OK, I'll call her and tell her you'll think of something.
Me:
So last night after calling pregnancy hotlines & pharmacies I learn that Plan B is available to women over 18 without a prescription, but under 18 needs a prescription. I was tempted just to head to the pharmacy, tell them it was for me and get the pill(s). But I did the right thing, she is going to call her doctor today and get a prescription called in to a pharmacy. DD is giving her money to cover the cost and if she needs a ride to the pharmacy I will pick her up this afternoon.
Me & my big mouth, that's what I get for telling DD that her and her friends can come to me with any problem.

Seriously I'm glad she did though and in spite of Chelsie & I having the typical teen daughter & mother spats, it made me relieved that she was comfortable enough to allow me to help. But the inside of me is freaking out. I've known most of these girls since they were in elementary school and I still picture them in pigtails about 8 years old.
OK, I'm calmed down now.