I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for almost two years and I want a baby. Well, we both want a baby. We don’t use birth control and haven’t for two years. Why Can’t I get pregnant?
This month, I really thought I was but no, I got my period or at least sort of. It started a day late and was just spotting the first day and then the second day, I wore a tampon, but there was like just spotting on them when I changed them.
I want a baby. I have a full-time job and my husband is loving and cares and he has an associate’s degree. I want to have a baby that I can look at and know nobody else could have made them but me and my husband. In 2 months, I will be 20 and a baby is the only thing I’ve wanted for a year now.
I’m 18 years old. :woohoo: I have been married for almost two years and I have a year old little boy,
Life has not been easy. I got pregnant at 16. My husband and I were married for 2 weeks when we found out lol. So technically, we were pregnant before we got married but didn’t know it.
We were rooming with some friends of his. I worked Arctic Circle and he worked at the airport. We were trying to save up money but everytime we got some, the roommates took it. So we moved out to another friends and that went well for awhile. They had a 5 room apartment with 3 married couples and one couple had an 11 month old and was pregnant. The other couple had 5 kids, all in on bedroom. Those kids were the worst kids I have ever met
So naturally, I was complaining to a couple friends at work when my manager told me that she needed someone to take the other room in her place. We would split the rent and she would help us find a place when the time was right. So we moved to her place when I was about 4 months pregnant. We stayed with her for a couple of months but her son was 3 and not trained to be nice yet so he would respectively hit me in the stomach, ew, and this kid if you didn’t know he was 3 you would think he was 5. I’m dead serious, this kid was huge
So I stopped babysitting for her and she got all butthurt and said we had till the end of November to move out (it was November 13th when she told us that). We weren’t really ready but what could we do? So we went apartment hunting and found this little cute apartment, sigh. It took us so much to get that apartment. I was 8 months pregnant, didn’t have a job because of some complications and we were both only 17. Finally, we got it and things started looking up. We had an apartment, my husband had a good job, we were having a little boy, and we were saving up.
Until we went to the doctors… See in the beginning of my pregnancy, I was told I had a bicornate uterus. It just means it looks like I have 2 uteruses because there’s a thin strip of tissue in the middle of it. They said that our son might not survive because they didn’t know if the uterus would stretch far enough (of course it did). Then when I was about 7 months pregnant, they said that he was breeched but it was alright because he still had a little while to flip over on his own. So we went on with our lives. We had a baby shower. We got everything we needed and more from my whole family.
After about a week, we went back to the doctors. I think it was on the 1st of December and they said that he wasn’t flipping over by himself so she had to do it for him. We scheduled an apt on the 15th of December because on that day, we would be 37 weeks pregnant. When I went in, they put me in one of the labor and delivery rooms saying that doing the flip may put too much stress on the baby and induce my labor… They didn’t tell us that when we made the apt!!! I was freaking out!!! So they hooked my up to 2 IVs and stuck this gigantic needle in my forearm to soften up my tummy. This doctor had the longest nails I have ever seen. When she started trying to flip him, I started bawling. It was the worst pain I have ever felt (I still say it was worse than contractions). She tried for about 45 minutes. It felt like years and she didn’t get any success. My son was too stubborn. So we scheduled a c section on the 3nd of January because his normal due date was the 5th of January. At that time we didn’t have a car, so we had to take the bus home. I couldn’t even walk it hurt so bad. I looked like cuazzy modo (how ever you spell it).
On the 17th at midnight, I started getting the worst contractions. They hurt do bad. So we called my sister who said that when the time came she would be there for us… She didn’t answer. We called everyone and their moms and no one was answering their phone. So finally, we called my best friend and her brother answered the phone. I told him what happened and from what they told me afterward, he booked it up the stairs, threw open my friend’s door, screaming that I was going into labor. She woke up her mom a little more quietly than he did and they agreed to pick me up. When we went outside, we couldn’t see 2 feet in front of us. We were in the middle of the biggest snow storm. Naturally, we were supposed to go to the U of U to have Aardel but since it was so far away and it was snowing, we went to St. Marks. When we got there, we went through the ER. They couldn’t help us, told us to go to labor and delivery. We have
never been to this hospital. So after circling for about 5 minutes, we see the HUGE sign reading women pavilion. (We figured that was it, go figure.)
They hooked me up to all sorts of things and and checked my dilation. I was at a 2 so they said to relax while they tried to get a hold of my doctor. During the two hours, we were completely ignored. 3 things happened in the room to the left of us. We heard a woman give birth and on the right, we heard another woman give birth lol. It terrified my husband. The third thing was within that 2 hours, I dilatated to a 6. Oh, and they couldn’t find my doctor.
Another doctor I knew was on call, so she came in, said that the spinal tap man is going to take me away and that my husband needed to put the scrubs on… That was it. After 2 hours of nothing, we figured I would just be going home so that was a huge terrifying surprise. Well like she said, the doctor man came in, took me away, and put in the spinal (ouch), and they got started. It was sooooo funny. My husband came in and told me not to talk. I was so drugged up that I said OK. He was like no, don’t talk. I said OK again. He was freaking out. I didn’t understand why he was telling me not to talk when the doctors all were asking me questions and having me ANSWER them.
At one point, my husband almost lost his mind. I started to breath really funny. It wasn’t anything, the morphine was just kicking in. When they finally got my son out, I saw him for about 2 minutes and they took him away with my husband. That was the last time I saw him in over 2 days. What happened was he went to the nursery and started breathing hard and fast. So they hooked him onto a ventilator in the NICU. I had no idea what was going on. Well the first time I was able to get out of the bed by myself, I went down to the NICU and they told me I couldn’t see my son because he had had a pneumothorax (he popped a hole in his left lung).
I had a panic attack, scared the hell out of my husband when I woke him up sobbing. Aardel was in the NICU for almost 4 weeks. He is fine now. The only thing that is evidence that he went to the NICU other than pictures is the little scar on his left side. Oh, and that he is still smaller than the other babies but he is so smart and sooooo happy.
Sorry this was soooooo long. Thank you for reading.
I’m 16 and I’m currently 18 weeks pregnant.
I’m pretty excited about my baby. I find out what it is next week. Me and my boyfriend have been together for 1 year and 8 months. I am really happy.
Hello everyone, well, I’m 16 and about 12 months ago, I fell pregnant by a boy I was seeing. When I found out, I was so happy but so scared of what to do, what to tell my parents… But I knew I had to and they were OK with it but disappointed in me. But 9 months ago was also the worst time ever for me because I did something that I know I will never do again. I had an abortion.
At the time, I was feelin really weird felt like it wasn’t really happening and everyone was telling me it was the best thing to do at my age. The boy said he would never be able to be there except for giving me money because he was too young. He was 19, a lot older than I was, and I was still in school. He hurt me a lot to be saying that. It was not what I wanted to hear.
So I became to think that it was the best thing to do and when the day came, I was so scared it was horrible. When I came out, I sat on the bed and cried into my arms. I couldn’t believe what I had just done but it was too late to do anything. The whole time, I could of said something but I felt like I couldn’t, like no one would listen to what I wanted or what I thought. I tried to talk to him after but he didn’t wanna listen. He just said shhh, it will be OK and that’s it. He neva even came round to see how I was!! The whole of my summer holiday, I had to put on a brave face because I didn’t want to tell no one bout what I had been through so I couldn’t show how I felt which was hard and painful coz I wanted to sit and cry.
Its been 12 months and I’m still finding it really hard most of the time, I just sit and cry or I’m just walking round really annoyed and angry, specially when I see other girls the same age doing OK for themselves. Hope that didn’t sound bad the way I said that because I think you girls are brilliant and I wish everyone the best of luck with their pregnancies. I could of done the same if I had only done what I wanted and listened to myself, not everyone else and my mom’s mate who had done the same at my age and said it would be the best thing to do. But what can I do now…. nothing. Just help other people who are thinking about abortion and there is one thing I will say and that’s please, don’t do it because its really hard and upsetting unless it is what you really want to do. Please never let anyone tell you what’s best because only you can do what you want, no one can make you. There is always a way round, no mater what.
It’s taken the boy 12 months to talk about it and that was only once and its too late now. I needed to speak to him before. He now wishes he hadn’t made me go through it. Well, it’s too late too
If there is anyone who would like to chat, it would be lovely because I’ve never spoken out to anyone about what I went though because I’ve not had anyone who knows what its like and understands. That’s what makes it a lot harder, not talking about it to anyone because you keep it all trapped up and it will bubble away at you and I know that well.
Thank you for reading my story
My story is not complete, nor will it ever be. I am currently twenty weeks pregnant, and my story isn’t unlike many others, just different because my life was never the best one.
My dad had counted on me to not be a screw up like others in his familia. Some of my cousins have gotten pregnant and I told myself I would never be like them. There was a big difference between them and me: I love my partner, and he loves me back.
My boyfriend and I have been dating for almost a year and a half (off and on once) when we first had sex. The first time, I was on the pill, and the second time, I had just gotten off my period, so we were safe. However, the third time was unprotected, because I thought I just had my period, but as we found out two months later, we should’ve used a contraceptive. I had missed my period for the second time, and I had some money, but no time in town to buy a pregnancy test, so I asked my boyfriend. He’s always agreed to do anything for me, so he picked one up for me. After school, he made his way to the weight room to work out, and I took the test from his locker to take the test in the bathroom. I had my friends stay in the hall so I could have their support. One of my good girl friends ran down to the bathroom with me and I took the test. I waited thirty seconds, and looked, and looked, and stared. I was in shock. We ran back to the rest of my friends and I showed them the test. I couldn’t take it. I cried my eyes out in their arms. I wanted this to be a dream. I wanted my period back. I couldn’t do this now. Not now. But it was true. That little test told me that everything has changed now. My life as a child was done.
I told my friends first, and counselors, and other people other than my mother, step-dad, and my father because I was afraid of what would happen. My boyfriend was told by my best friend, who happens to be one of his also, but he loves me, so he supported me no matter what. Eventually, we told his parents first, and they helped in telling my parents. I was at my best friend’s house when I asked my parents to come over. My mom wasn’t in a good mood because of arguing with my step-dad earlier. I took her outside and told her. She was in complete shock. She kept telling me that I was going to abort it. That I am not going to have this baby. I told her no. I was going to have it, no matter what she said. Eventually she told my father, and we still haven’t talked since then.
Long story short; she got over it and learned to deal. All my friends are really supportive. My boyfriend is very loving and he helps me whenever I need him. We’re making plans now and I’m seeing a doctor for prenatal stuff. We went in two days ago for the 20-week ultrasound and found out we’re having a baby girl. He was there and he cried, as expected. We’re having a lot of money problems, and housing is difficult for us now and in the near future. Even though I know we’d have a really difficult life, I want to keep her and watch her grow up and offer her as much love and care as I can. I know Daddy wants to be with her and be over-protective when she’s a teenager, and I’m great with that.
My life is not the same as it use to be but it has changed for the better after I had my abortion at 14 years old.
I tried committing suicide in my room. Ever since then, my life has changed in some good ways and some bad. After my abortion, I fell into a depression mood and started doing drugs drinking, happened to get raped, and I finally hit rock bottom and had to get help.
