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.