Days went on, and I became an emotional wreck.
The pain had gotten worse and I had lost fifteen pounds in less than two weeks. I didn’t know if I should blame my doctor for the pain and not doing a Urine test. But whatever. I was about four weeks already, and I wasn’t able to work because no pills, no nothing made the pain ease, and I avoided as many pills as possible. I had to consider abortion. There was so no way I was ready for motherhood. I wasn’t going to fall back on support from the government. I was stuck in a grocery store and I still wasn’t even in college. I wanted to be prepared, to have a nice home, to be able to give my baby anything from my own wallet and love. But I didn’t have nothing. I couldn’t let my baby have nothing.
It broke my heart so much because my first baby was supposed to be my FIRST baby…. and I just didn’t know what to do.
I am 15, almost 16 years old. I have been with my boyfriend for almost 2 years. I am almost 104% sure I am pregnant.
I told my mom, and she won’t speak to me. She believes I chose my boyfriend over my family because we got back together. When my dad found out we got back together, he hit me. He is an alcoholic, and he doesn’t remember anything from that night. I don’t know what to do. Keep our baby? Get rid of it? I don’t know. It’s ours, something that contains both of us. Both of our blood, our skin, our love. My family would shun me. I know I am only 15. And it would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. He promised me he’s going to marry me. And be with me forever.
Should I believe him? He’s soo convincing.
Well, let’s start off by saying I am a PROUD MOMMY OF A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY…..
It all started at 9 pm last night. I went to bed with the man and I kept turning and started crying. The man asked me what was wrong and I told him my stomach was hurting so bad and it felt like knives stabbing through meee! Well, he told me to go take a hot shower and maybe that would help so I did and it got worse. So He took me up to the hospital and they did an ultrasound and said that I was pregnant and I asked how. When we were here a month ago, NOTHING SHOWED UP. The doctor said that I didn’t know I was pregnant and it is common. So I went into my own room and they checked me and SAID MY WATER HAD ALREADY BEEN BROKEN AND THE DOC SAID THAT I WSA HAVING CONTRACTIONS AND I WAS READY TO PUSH SO I SAT THERE AND I PUSHED FOR 8 HOURS AND GUESS WAT IT WAS A BOY!!!
I’M SO HAPPY I GOT MY FAMILY NOW!!! HE IS 2 HOURS OLD AND HE A BIG BIG BABY!
Me and my boyfriend are deep in love. We live together in his parents’ house and he is everything to me. He treats me like a princess and never turns his back on me.
We were very intimate and I decided to make an appointment and go on birth control and went with the Depo Shot. I had asked my doctor a lot of questions and made sure it worked immediately… She told me yes. And I trusted her. I was excited and was so positive that I was safe and couldn’t get pregnant. The Depo drove me crazy and moody. I didn’t get my period for a whole month and then I had it for a whole month. very light. And then it stopped. I was glad and relieved. It had made me so emotional and I would flip out on anyone. 3 months later, I went for my second shot. Confident. My doctor gave me my shot and sent me on my way. And I had noticed she didn’t even do a urine test before to make sure I wasn’t pregnant.
That same day, five hours later, I began feeling intense pain like menstrual cramps but these were different, like much deeper. And I began throwing up everything and the pain was on and off but so bad that I could not sit or stand and it went down to my legs and hips. I didn’t know what was going on, but I did my best to deal with it. Two days later, I began losing a lot of weight and couldn’t eat or drink nothing so I went to the hospital. And in the meantime, I had been wondering for weeks if I was pregnant. My breast had become very full and hard and sore. My sense of smell was so sensitive and the smell of smoke would make me sick. And I remember getting painful cramps when I was at work that would last for a minute then disappear then come back. And I had the idea I was pregnant but was in doubt that I was because I was on birth control. But I had dreams and images of a baby. A baby that I would see deep inside me. And I could see myself holding onto it and crying, but something kept taking it away from me, and it was gone. I would wake up looking for it and tear. And I thought it was just a phase. I talked to my boyfriend about it. And we took a pregnancy test, and to our surprise, it was negative… Then the week after, I had my second Depo shot.
At the hospital, they ran a test on me, and placed me on I.V. They check my blood and Urine. Three hours later, A doctor and a nurse closed the curtains looking serious and told me they had news. I looked at them with such curiosity, like what could it be… “You are pregnant..” And my face went blank. I shook my head in disbelief and just couldn’t believe it. I began questioning and denying it. I had took a test a week ago, it was negative and I was on birth control. How could this be? Me? Pregnant? I couldn’t be? No way? All of it ran through my head.
I was Pregnant.
It wasn’t meant to happen.
I was in a foreign country. I was lonely. My friend who I was staying with had sent me off with his friend so he could invite somebody around for sex. He’d been cutting me off for a lot of the time that I stayed with him. I went out with this friend. We had a few drinks, got back home, and due to space, were to share a bed together. We shared a bottle of vodka between us whilst talking about how crap we both felt, how lonely we both were in different ways, and we got very emotional. I don’t remember how it happened, but we ended up having unprotected sex.
I awoke the next morning, panicking. My pants and pajama bottoms were missing, and I remembered what had happened. I ran over to find my pants and some trousers whilst he lay sleeping, and I got back into bed, filled with worries about what would happen. I knew that there was a 95% chance that I was ovulating after doing the maths relating to my period. I knew that in a short space of time, I would be pregnant. What was I going to do? What would I tell my parents? I would have to give up education. How was I going afford to keep this baby? Where would we live? Also, the soon to be father lived in Poland. Would I move here? As a young Muslim girl, my Family would never accept me. My mother and father would, but the rest of the family wouldn’t.
So lying in that bed, I made a decision. I would get the contraceptive pill. When he woke up, and my friend had come out of his room, I explained what happened to the guy I had slept with in whispers. A panicked, stricken expression crossed his face. He went out to buy hangover cures because he needed to think. I went out later to buy crisps because I needed to think. We later went out together. On our own. It was my last night in Poland and I wanted to cry. We decided that I would get the contraceptive pill. I couldn’t get it there without having to pay a lot, so I decided I would wait till the day after I landed in England.
Flying back to the UK, I felt guilty, confused, scared, worried, ashamed. It was the worst journey of my life. I kept thinking that I wanted this baby, but I couldn’t keep it. I had to take the pill.
So the next morning, New Year’s Eve, I ran to the local sexual health clinic to get access to the morning after pill. I was told it was 50% affective after 54 hours, when I went to get it. I was frightened, but took it anyway. Low and behold, my period came earlier, and pregnancy tests showed negative.
That’s all, end of the story.
Only it isn’t, is it? I wish I had never taken the pill. I regret it each day. I wake up every night in cold sweats thinking about the child that could have been. I see other peoples children, and yearn for one of my own. Not only that, I yearn for THAT baby. The baby that never was.
I hope others can learn from my mistakes, and not repeat them.
Hi, I’m 17, getting ready to graduate high school, and 9 months pregnant. When I first found out I was pregnant, I was so scared. I called my boyfriend crying and he rushed over and I told him the news. While I was crying my eyes out, he was perfectly calm. I couldn’t understand. As a week went by, he was excited and I was scared to tell our parents.
I just knew they all would freak out. So we finally decided to tell them. I told my mother first, she freaked. She didn’t even think twice and said I was getting an abortion. I couldn’t even say anything. Then he told his parents, they were really upset with us, but they took it better than my mom. After a few weeks, my mom and aunt were on my butt still to get an abortion. “It’s going to ruin your life. You’re such a smart and pretty girl, you could go so far, we thought you were smarter than this”. I heard it all. They would go from crying and begging me to do it, to freaking out and yelling at me the next minute. It was hell. I didn’t want to get an abortion, but I felt I had to with them saying they were going to kick me out and basically never talk to me again. My boyfriend was TOTALLY against abortion and said he’d never talk to me again if I did it. I was stuck in between… I was so stressed. But I came to the decision that it was my choice, not my mom and aunt’s. I decided to keep the baby. They were mad but eventually got over it. And now here I am 9 months pregnant and getting ready to have my little baby boy Bentley next week. We are so excited, and so is my family.
So to all the girls out there who have a similar story, all I can say is be strong and even though it’s hard at first and you think your parents will never get over it think again. They will. They will understand later on that yeah, its a big deal, but not as big as they think at the beginning.
Anyone who wants to talk, please do. I need a friend in the same situation.
Xoxo
