I first became pregnant when I was only 17 years old and I had a perfect pregnancy and labor, very beautiful. My mom was a little mad but expected it because I was with my boyfriend ( My Husband Now) for so long that she had figured out we were having sex. At first, it was planned, and then we had tried so hard, and then we stopped planning, and it happened unexpected. I loved being pregnant for the first time; it was amazing. 6 months after my daughter Jazmine (3 years old now) was born, I promised myself to never become pregnant again. Being a mom was soo hard; I kid you not. I did not expect my whole life to change, to lose my friends. I didn’t know all of this would happen to me. Never again, I told myself, lol.
19 years old now and I was on the birth control shot. Who knew birth control didn’t always work, not me that’s 4 sure. I had a job interview and was feeling really weak that day, but I hadn’t eaten anything yet that day. I went to go meet my husband/baby father at his job. As soon as I got in front of his job’s building, I begin to feel really weak and slowly started to fall to the ground. Anyway, I ended up in the hospital. They said I had blacked out, lol. Then the doctor asked my husband to leave the room as she explained to me what’s wrong with me (I was so scared that I had AIDs or something). My husband left and she said well do you know why you blacked out. I said yes because I didn’t eat today, she said yes that and because you’re pregnant, congrats. I said no, I can’t be. I didn’t even miss my period yet. And she said well, maybe you’ll believe me when you start to see your tummy grow and laughed. But I couldn’t even crack a smile if I wanted to cuz I was so pissed off. I told my husband and he never tells me to get an abortion becuz he knows I don’t believe in killing my own flesh and blood. But he didn’t have to cuz I was thinking it already. I made an abortion appointment and never showed up to none, I couldn’t do it. I told my mom I was pregnant again and she begged me to keep the baby, and everybody was actually OK with me having another baby except me. The pregnancy was so bad, the worst. I hated being pregnant for the second time, I wanted it to be over so bad. I was depressed every single day.
LABOR- The labor was soo bad. I started bleeding early in the morning. I was 9 months and I thought I was having a miscarriage, the blood wouldn’t stop. They said I lost so much blood, I had to get someone else’s blood back in my body after I deliver the baby. Then after the baby, they left the placenta in me after I was already stitched up. I didn’t know they left that mess in me but I knew I didn’t feel well. I didn’t even want to see my baby, I was hurting too much. I got so sick and I was in so much pain. When they came to check up on me, they saw how big my stomach still was and opened my legs and begin to try to pool pieces of placenta out of me. I was screaming so loud and kicking and scared to death.
My daughters are now Jazzy, 3 years old, and Jayla, 6 months old, and they are really bad but good girls when they wanna be. I still can’t believe I have two kids wow. And people don’t even think I have one.
