Okay here goes. Please don’t judge! :S
My (ex)boyfriend and I had, had protected sex.
On our 1year anniversary he started to get a little upset and turned to me and said "Kirsty, I think you're pregnant"
"WHAT?!" "Are you saying I'm fat!"
"No, come on, you haven’t had a period for 3 months"
But it wasn't unusual for me not to have a period so I wasn’t concerned. Anyway I texted my mum (yes I know WTAF right) saying I had, had sex but it was protected and I am a little scared.
I thought she would go BALLISTIC but no she was quite supportive and the next day got me a pregnancy test.
I ran upstairs, got a plastic cup (how classy), peed into it and watched 2 blue lines appear straight away I kept saying. "No, go away blue line!"
I was 14 and I didn’t want a baby, in fact, I didn’t even LIKE babies. They scared me!
I texted my mum saying "I can’t do this" She knew immediately.
Well basically we told all my family and they were VERY angry at me! As you can imagine.
Told baby’s dad and he said I had to get rid of it.
A week later we went to the doctors to be told I was 12+5weeks round about. I had to go back on Christmas Eve Eve for another. They explained to me at this stage in my pregnancy I would have to be put into labour to get rid of my baby and I couldn’t do that to myself so I decided to keep it.
We saw a little heartbeat and my mum said "well that’s your baby"
"yeah" I replied, "I suppose it is"
Anyway weeks passed and the baby’s dad stayed with me.
36weeks pregnant. Heartache!! My boyfriend had left me for what I thought was a good friend!!! How could he do this to me?! I was carrying his child!!
My family did a barbecue and it cheered me up. His loss I suppose hey.
40+1 weeks. Dizziness. Feeling Faint. Rang the hospital and they called an ambulance due to me having "suspected pre-eclampsia" I was in and out of hospital all week. Finally Saturday daytime I could go home!!!
I decided to go for a little lie down. 7pm Saturday night I was up in the most uncomfortable period time pain. I timed every time my belly was getting hard. Every 10mins. Wonderful (!) it has started. It got a little more uncomfortable during the night. 7.00am Sunday morning I wanted some fresh air. As it was a gorgeous Summers Day in the UK.
7.15am Oh I need a wee. I stand up and *SPLASH* a massive, and I mean massive, amount of water came rushing through my legs.
SHIT!! IT’S MY WATERS! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I CANT SHOUT MY BODY WONT LET ME!!!! I just stood there shaking and crying. My sister ran to get my mum and she grabbed my arm I was still shaking and crying.
The contractions got worse and i was so uncomfortable right now! On the way to the hospital I was saying "I dont wanna do this anymore Mum!"
9.00am at the hospital. I went from being able to cope to punching and screaming and hitting the bed and walls in pure pain! In the space of 2minutes.
They decided to examine me. 7cm! Jeez. I was given the gas and air. My first response "this is goooooooood shit"
1pm still 7cm I was so exhausted by now and wanted it to be over!
4pm still 7cm and I asked for an epidural (which I refused throughout my pregnancy but I was that tired that I needed to sleep because my contractions were slowing)
6pm bright and fresh, well as near as you can be when you're in labour. 8cm.
8pm by now I could feel when I needed to push. I could feel baby’s head pressing on me. The only thing I couldn’t do was move my leg. I could feel everything though!!
I started to push.
Around 10pm the doctor noticed my babies head coming out and she decided (as he was back to back originally even though it was pretty obvious he had turned) thought it'd be a tremendous idea to stick BOTH yes BOTH hands up me! As you can imagine I was screaming blue murder!
My mum shouted at her "she may be giving birth but she is only 15!!!!!!" the midwives removed the doctor. Good idea, me thinks.
Then 22:09 a little thud hit the bed. No crying. Nothing.
2minutes later a tiny little cry. That was it no more just a bright eyed boy! :)
There we have it Tobias Maurice, 20.6.10, a whopping 9lb 1oz!! :)
Now he is an amazing 19 month old and the apple of my eye!
I do not regret getting pregnant so young because then I wouldn’t have Toby! :) I am 16 and on the waiting list for a house of my own. Who says us young’uns can’t do it :)
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