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16 and pregnant.
bethhlouisee - 02:40pm Apr 13, 2012 EST
it all started one afternoon in the summer of 2011. my mum had kept going on at me about doing a pregnancy test, no no i kept replying im not pregnant im just getting fat due to the amout of food i kept eating. i hadn't had a period in 3/4 months. i used to drink any alcohol i could get my hands on daily, wheather it was cheap cider or sprirts.
My friend was due to come round that afternoon. i heard the door go. i was upstairs getting ready to go out. 5 minuets later my frined came upstairs and threw a pregnancy test at me. i did it. with in the time it took me to pull up my trousers and flush the chain the line was showing i was pregnant. i walked back in the room and threw it at me friend. we both giggled. my mum came upstairs and i showed her, we didn't talk much about it.
didn't know what to do. i had arguments with family members about doing a pregnancy test and wasn't talking to them. my mum arranged an appointment with a doctor to go and talk about what to do. i found out that i was 16 weeks pregnant. thoughts ran through my mind about the amount of alcohol i had drunk in those 16 weeks.
decided i wanted to keep the baby. within a week of going to the doctors i had a skan appointment through. i went to my skan and saw the baby for the first time.
a few weeks later i was depressed and decided that i didnt want to keep the baby, i was 21 weeks at this point. way past the pill abortion limit. if i were to have one i would have to have a still born. my mum had told me if i were to do that she would disown me as i had chose to keep the baby when i found out.
so i decided that i would keep the baby to keep my mum as i had lost family members due to the pregancy. i told the babys father i was pregnant and i got it's not mine and he wanted a dna.
had met a new partener that knew i was pregnant and was happy to be with me through my pregnancy and when i had the baby.
had been in care since i was 12 and was still in contact with my mum, i lived in another town than my mum and my friends lived where my mum lived so i was there most of the time.
it always ran though my head that i was in care and still involved in social services. that they might take my baby off me because of my past.
moved back in with my mum when i was 33 weeks pregnant. everything was ready for the new arrival. i was so excited.
had niggley pains in my back and side one night, i could't sleep properly all night. that morning i woke up at 8 with really bad pains in my tummy coming and going, i woke up my mum and boyfriend who had stayed the night. mum said its time to go.
on the 14th february (valentine's day) at 3.28pm my beautiful boy entered the world weighing 7lbs 8oz
harry-james was here!
he has changed my life around. would still be drinking all the time now and thinking i was cool by doing it. me and my boyfriend are still together and happy. Harry's dad doesnt see him so my boyfriend plays a part in his life. his mate as he calls himself.
he is now 9 weeks old and such a happy healthy little boy, always do the best i can and provide his with the best.
just because im 17 now doesn't mean im a crap mum or a bad mum, im just young.
it all started one afternoon in the summer of 2011. my mum had kept going on at me about doing a pregnancy test, no no i kept replying im not pregnant im just getting fat due to the amout of food i kept eating. i hadn't had a period in 3/4 months. i used to drink any alcohol i could get my hands on daily, wheather it was cheap cider or sprirts.
My friend was due to come round that afternoon. i heard the door go. i was upstairs getting ready to go out. 5 minuets later my frined came upstairs and threw a pregnancy test at me. i did it. with in the time it took me to pull up my trousers and flush the chain the line was showing i was pregnant. i walked back in the room and threw it at me friend. we both giggled. my mum came upstairs and i showed her, we didn't talk much about it.
didn't know what to do. i had arguments with family members about doing a pregnancy test and wasn't talking to them. my mum arranged an appointment with a doctor to go and talk about what to do. i found out that i was 16 weeks pregnant. thoughts ran through my mind about the amount of alcohol i had drunk in those 16 weeks.
decided i wanted to keep the baby. within a week of going to the doctors i had a skan appointment through. i went to my skan and saw the baby for the first time.
a few weeks later i was depressed and decided that i didnt want to keep the baby, i was 21 weeks at this point. way past the pill abortion limit. if i were to have one i would have to have a still born. my mum had told me if i were to do that she would disown me as i had chose to keep the baby when i found out.
so i decided that i would keep the baby to keep my mum as i had lost family members due to the pregancy. i told the babys father i was pregnant and i got it's not mine and he wanted a dna.
had met a new partener that knew i was pregnant and was happy to be with me through my pregnancy and when i had the baby.
had been in care since i was 12 and was still in contact with my mum, i lived in another town than my mum and my friends lived where my mum lived so i was there most of the time.
it always ran though my head that i was in care and still involved in social services. that they might take my baby off me because of my past.
moved back in with my mum when i was 33 weeks pregnant. everything was ready for the new arrival. i was so excited.
had niggley pains in my back and side one night, i could't sleep properly all night. that morning i woke up at 8 with really bad pains in my tummy coming and going, i woke up my mum and boyfriend who had stayed the night. mum said its time to go.
on the 14th february (valentine's day) at 3.28pm my beautiful boy entered the world weighing 7lbs 8oz
harry-james was here!
he has changed my life around. would still be drinking all the time now and thinking i was cool by doing it. me and my boyfriend are still together and happy. Harry's dad doesnt see him so my boyfriend plays a part in his life. his mate as he calls himself.
he is now 9 weeks old and such a happy healthy little boy, always do the best i can and provide his with the best.
just because im 17 now doesn't mean im a crap mum or a bad mum, im just young.
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