Sunday, 23 December 2012
03:43:04 AM (GMT)
When I was 15, I found out I was pregnant. The first person I told was my
boyfriend. I had fears he would leave and blame this all on me, but he didn't.
Later that week he came over to my house and we told my parents. They didn't
approve and they sure as hell weren't happy.
It was like I didn't even exist to my dad anymore and my mom kept questioning me on
why I never talked to her or asked for birth control. Their attitude quickly
changed when I told them my plans to keep the baby. Like any parent, they had to cope
I started to become slightly depressed because everyone constantly told me about how
my life was over. I would walk down the hallways at schools and every head would turn
my way. It was a lot of pressure.
I was determined a high risk pregnancy because of my age. I had many problems with
my pregnancy, I became dehydrated a lot and had to be put in the hospital. I had to
take a stress test 3 times. I also had preeclampsia during my pregnancy which
didn't make things any better.
Since I was short 5'1" the doctor decided that it would be easier on me to take the
baby by c-section then to give birth.
On July 15th my beautiful baby was born. (I was 16 by this time).
My child's father is still in both of our lives, meaning we are madly in love and he
accepts his responsibility too.
I feel like this pulled me and my family closer than ever.
This is my story. If you have any questions feel free to message me.
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