When I found out I was pregnant, it was the weirdest day of my life. I kept thinking that all of it was a dream. That tomorrow, I would wake up and think let’s go to school and see all my mates. But I woke up that day and it was there still, positive, telling me I was pregnant.

Obviously, I told my boyfriend first and he was saying, “Get rid of it cos you’ll be the laughing stock, the person who is bullied.”  So I was always thinking, hmm, should I? And in the end, yes, I kept the baby. My boyfriend dumped me and went off with some other girl. I had to carry this baby for 9 months, getting a new flat paid for by my grandparents who gave me it as a gift. Saying, “We will pay all for this so you and your baby are somewhere safe to stay and not in a cramped room at home.” And for 5 months of my pregnancy, I went to my own flat all by myself. One night at 1:00 am, I  went into labour. Both my parents rushed round and took me to the hospital to get ready for this baby to be delivered. I was in labour for 3 days and finally had a baby girl called Isabelle Grace, delivered at 10:24 am on the 19th June. I gave her her dad’s last name because i still wanted him to be a part of this even if he didn’t see her. That’s how she would commit to him.

On Saturday, a day after I took my baby girl home, my family helped out a lot that day, getting me back up into shape. But after that, I was fine with handling her and no longer needed too much help. So I let my mum look after her 2 hours a day so i could go to school for those 2 hours in the morning and spend the rest of the day with Isabelle.

And now in a week, she will be 1. The time has gone so fast and I would have it no other way because I love her with all my heart.