After 8 long weeks in the hospital, our son has finally settled in at home with us, with his family, where he belongs. It’s been a long couple of days since he’s been home. Restless nights, stressful days. But seeing my son’s smile at home is fantastic. Me and my fiancé are getting a lot of help from his family at home, seeing as we live there. His mum takes him for an hour or so each day so we can get some sleep, and if I need to do any school work. We’re not keen on someone taking him out of the house yet, he’s still so small and he isn’t immune yet, We don’t want him catching bugs.
My fiancé has already had a mix-up. He made my son’s first bottle at home. He put two extra scoops of powder and made it with cold water. It was so funny. I’m not returning back to school until September. But I have to go in if there is an exam. I’ve got a Geography one on the 14th of June. Then that’s it until next year. So I can spend as much time as I want with my gorgeous son and fiancé.
My son wakes up about 4 times during the night, but I’m getting used to waking up, so is my fiancé. Its all been very stressful. We’re getting there though.
My son has gained 2 pounds since being at home, been over feeding him haha. I’m so proud of him. So I’m sorry if I post too many pictures of him 🙂 I just love him so much……
I found out I was pregnant when I was 16 years old going into my senior year of high school. I couldn’t even believe it was true because I have always made sure we used protection, but like the doctors said, “accidents happen.” I decided to keep my baby. I had lots of experience with babies so I figured if I knew I could do it then it wouldn’t be fair to my son to have an abortion or give him up for adoption. But choosing that option made my parents kick me out and send me to a maternity home in a whole different part of town, which wasn’t too bad at first, but I ended up being there 7 long months. Telling the dad changed my life more than I could have imagined.
His response was denial. “That’s not my baby. I want a test and until then, you won’t hear from me.” We only dated a couple of weeks and had a really bad breakup so I kind of figured his response to be along the lines of that. A couple of months later, he called me randomly saying he wanted to be there for his son and come up to where I was staying to see me and come discuss everything. He also wanted me to catch him up and send him ultrasounds, etc. I figured this was a really good thing. Maybe my baby would have his dad in his life. After that phone call, I didn’t hear from the dad again until I was over 9 months pregnant. Again, he called me randomly and asked to come up so we could discuss the plan once the baby came since I was so close to my due date, but his only thing was that he wouldn’t come unless he could bring his girlfriend so I reluctantly said yes. When he came up, everything seemed cool. We discussed the plan and I just said I’d text him once I was in labor. On April 23rd, my water broke. I was in labor for 21 hours and had my baby boy the morning of the 24th. The father knew I was in labor and was excited when I texted him a picture after I had my baby. He was going to come to the hospital after work. I was in the hospital for 3 days and come day 3, my baby still didn’t have a name. He didn’t like my choices and I didn’t like his. I figured since I went to every doctor’s appointment alone and he saw me once through that whole 9 months that I would just name the baby. Once I told him, he told me he wasn’t coming to the hospital because he hated that name. From there everything went downhill with him. We’ve gotten into many fights, harassment, and finally, he denied our son.
My son is now 2 months old and the father’s seen him once and that was only because his family didn’t tell him he was going to be at their house. Jordan has also now gotten another girl pregnant and has already been to her ultrasounds. I filed for child support and he’s reacting like he cares more about money than his own son. To this day, I cannot understand how someone can treat his own flesh and blood so poorly. On the bright side, I got a full-time job and my GED. I left the maternity home and got my own place, and am starting college classes next fall. I also have the most beautiful baby boy and I’m so glad he can’t understand what’s going on right now. Even with the unbelievable situation I’m in and have been in, I don’t regret my choice of keeping him. He makes everything better and he’s already twice the man his dad is ever going to be. And the good thing about all of this is my son is a little mama’s boy and I love that! Stay strong girls, keeping my baby is the best thing I’ve ever done, and if your baby’s dad is not involved you don’t need him! You can do it on your own and go to him years later and show off what a good job you did.
Hi everybody 🙂
Me and my boyfriend had sex during the week I was ovulating and I have been feeling nauseous, one of my boobs hurt, and I feel super tired and my lower back hurts. My body doesn’t feel the same anymore. :/ I took three HPT and all were negative and I am 9 days late on my period. I decided to go check if I was pregnant and I’m still waiting on the blood results.
Can I be pregnant or what’s up??
Right, so my daughter is 3 weeks + 4 days old and I can’t believe how fast it has gone. Even now it doesn’t seem real she’s here. She was born on the 2nd of May, weighing 7 lbs. and was 50 cm long, 3cm above average.
I had a bad 8-hour labour from being in slow labour for a week. I started with just breathing through my contractions until I decided to have G+A which wasn’t working so I ended up asking for an epidural, which surprisingly didn’t work either because even with that, I was using G+A. However, the doctors and midwives didn’t know whether my heart rate or her heart rate was lowering on every contraction so they attached something to her head, which was getting her pulse, and they said it was her heart rate that was lowering. If they weren’t happy half an hour later, they would have to put me in for a c-section. Half an hour went by and still no change, so they decided to get me ready for a c-section. Instead of numbing me from the neck down, they put me under general anesthetic and was put to sleep. Next thing I knew, I woke up and my mum and dad who were my birth partners (due to the baby’s dad not being able to make it in time) were holding her while I came around. Now for all new to-be-moms, having a baby isn’t easy. Nobody really thinks about what goes on in labour and you can’t ask anybody what it’s like because everyone’s labour is different. She’s nearly a month old and she’s changed so much, doesn’t cry much, but is very demanding when it comes to her dummy and bottle. It’s gone incredibly fast, but I just can’t get over everything I’ve gone through and she was there in the end. She is my world and I’d give up anything to see her happy. I love her so much.
So yesterday, my mum went & got me heaps of booklets on what to eat to promote a healthy pregnancy & I have to say I died a little inside. All these food products I know & love & treasure as dearly as my family & I’m forbidden from eating them. I am addicted to food. I love it. I eat when I’m hungry. I eat when I’m bored. I eat when I’m full. I eat when I’m watching TV, when I’m in class, on the school bus home, any place where you have the ability of both hands or a sitting position is when I’m eating. And the stupid list says I can’t eat anything with raw egg in it. Which is understandable, since raw eggs can carry salmonella, but if only it wasn’t in some of my favorite foods. Chocolate Mousse, or any mousse. Mayonnaise. Mayonnaise is one of my condiments. It goes on everything. & my favorite breakfast of all time is Eggs Benedict because there is raw egg in Hollandaise sauce.
Now normally, I would say “screw it, I’m gonna eat what I want.” But I can’t if I want to protect my baby, & isn’t that what every mother wants to do? So I have to buck it up & eat really good food for my baby. Today, I managed breakfast, which was a little short of a blooming miracle. I have lots of wholegrain sandwiches & fruits for my lunch today. As much as I enjoy every type of food, I’m not afraid to give the health buzz a try. Maybe it will improve my skin & hair & nails. Who knows. But it’s for my baby & that’s what matters. My sister, who has a 6-month-old little boy, has completely & utterly black-sheeped me for keeping the baby. I heard my mum & her on the phone last night. It’s kind of upsetting to know that my sister isn’t happy for me, but I know that she has every right not to be very happy. She knows what raising a baby is like, even though he is a very tough, moody little boy. But I can’t help but feel like dark clouds are closing in on me as it feels like my partner & I are the only ones over the moon that we created a beautiful little person through the true love we share. My partner- his mother is not ecstatic either. He told her we were keeping it last night & she said “I knew you wouldn’t go through with it. I knew you wouldn’t have the abortion” which really upsets me. If it’s a girl, she will be going crazy because she already has four boys. It feels so so so much better to be able to write this down & get it all out of my head. The only real obstacle I have is telling my real father. We have a great relationship. He didn’t walk out or anything. My parents got divorced when I was six, but he’s always been in our lives & been a great dad. He lives about two hours away so I see him often. He is the person I am afraid to tell. He has a violent past & I can’t help, but be extremely frightened of him. Then there’s his stupid new wife who is just the ultimate precious snob. I used to have great respect for her until she called me a whore because I was sexually active, even when I was the legal age limit of 16 & had been with the guy for quite a while. I don’t want her putting her 2 cents in, but I know she will & she will wind up my dad & all hell will break loose!
What should I do? Advice would be greatly appreciated!!!!
Lots of love
I’m finding myself in that place where I know what I want in life and I want it so passionately that I have no clue what to do. I want kids and it’s a feeling and desire that won’t ever go away until that chance comes along. I hate saying it because I know how people are about it, but I’ve had teens ask me for advice about it before and I feel like if you think you can do it, then prove the world wrong, but know it’s going to be hard. And I know I can raise a baby even though I’m 18 years old. I know it will be hard, but I’m prepared. I would adopt and be a single parent right now if I could, but of course, people want a family; a mom and dad that can raise a baby together, not an 18-year-old who wants to love and give a child the world. It’s gone through my head a million times over how I would love to adopt or have custody even if it’s just for a little while. I know I could do it. I’m taking a year off school because it’s not something I completely want right now. If anything, take a few classes online just so I don’t loose the habit. Focusing on me the past few months has made me realize so much and it’s hard being who you are when it seems the world is against you.
