I feel it's time for me to share one of my stories.
Thank you Shell, Ian, Erin, and Kmama for inspiring me and giving me the courage to share.
This is the story of my birth story.
My first birth story.
The year was 1996. 17 years old, enjoying my senior year in high school. I was dating a wonderful man. The man I would later marry.
We were teenagers and we did what the typical teenage couple does. I'm sure we can all relate. One thing leads to another. In the heat of the moment, we didn't think to grab any kind of protection. It won't happen to us.
But it did.
Telling my mom was one of the scariest things. Still living at home, I would have to deal with the repercussions from her daily. Not only was I scared about what would happen to me, I was also a little ashamed. Another knocked up high school girl. She used to be such a good kid. That's what they would all say.
My mom was very supportive, but she did stress that I needed to step up. She wouldn't be the one to make the doctor appointments for me, nor would she be the grandmother who raised her grandchild.
After I told her, telling my boyfriend, now husband, really wasn't that hard. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Without even saying it, we both knew that abortion was off the table. We were going through a rough patch in our relationship at the time. We didn't know exactly what path we would take, but we did decide to work on us and make the decisions together. To this day, I am very grateful for that.
In the beginning, no one had to know what we were going through. We both knew other girls in our school in the same situation. We both had heard what others were saying about them. Some of those comments were good, but most were not.
I don't recall any negative comments once I was starting to show. Were things not said? I doubt that. Did my friends keep me from hearing the negative rumors? Most likely. If that is the case, I thank them for that.
I didn't really talk about my pregnancy outside of my close circle of friends, but I did have to tell my teachers. I was due towards the end of the school year. Since I would still be in school, I needed to figure out how to keep up with my work in order to graduate.
As my belly started to grow, it became more and more real that this was really happening to me. We needed to figure out a plan for when the baby was here. Panic was creeping in. We didn't know where we would live. Neither of us had good jobs. I worked at Burger King, and him, cleaning a bakery after school. That kind of money would make it difficult to buy a crib, formula, and god knows what else.
But as this panic started setting in, a plan started to take place.
To continue reading - Part 2