My Story . . .

I didn’t have a clue what to write in the blog so I thought I’d share my story. At first, I was embarrassed of how my life has gone but this website has made me feel less alone. And hopefully, some of you may even be able to understand.

I am now 17 but my story started when I was 15. I thought I had met the love of my life at the age of 13. Head over heels in love wasn’t the words. We were together on and off for 3 years and then I fell pregnant at the age of 15. Carrying the secret around from my parents was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. And eventually, three months later, I agreed to let my midwife tell them. I got kicked out of my house and got told I was only allowed back if I had an abortion. So I was staying with a friend, still at school taking my exams. I was desperate. Then I got some bad news. My boyfriend had been arrested and was facing 5 years. All I could was carry on and that’s what I did. I wouldn’t let nothing get me down and I was so determined to carry on because I knew the minute I held this baby, it would be all worth it. 2 more hard months passed and it was time for the 5 month scan. My friend’s mum came along for support and then the news was delivered to me, my baby had died and had passed away around two weeks ago. My whole world turned upside down. Was it my fault? How was I going to tell the father? What’s going to happen next?

The next day, 1st August at 8.20pm, I gave birth to a perfect baby boy. My mum let me home but it wasn’t the same. Ever since, me and my mum haven’t been the same. But anyway on with my story, my due date passed, the year anniversary passed and i felt so alone. Nobody remembered that it was exactly a year later my precious baby boy was born.

April, I met somebody, the most amazing boy I’ve ever met. So kind and loving and everything I needed. However, on July 3rd, I found out to my surprise that I’m having his baby. Terrified that the same will happen again though blessed to be carrying another child. My mum kicked me out again and now I’m back home. I know I’m getting judged, 17 and second pregnancy, but my boyfriend has stuck by me and he’s working every hour to get us by and he does the best he can do for me and I can’t ask for no more. I am currently 14 weeks pregnant, excited and happy that I’ve been given a second chance. But I am disappointed I cant fulfil my dreams as soon as I wanted to but I know I’m going to the best mother I can be to this baby and that’s all all of us can do.