Nikki's Birth of Baylie Jacob

Nikki's Birth of Baylie Jacob

hi everyone, 
 
well my name is nikki i live in the uk :) and here is my story.
 
it all started in june 2009 i was 15 at the time.
 
i was sat at my friends house with a niggily little feeling in the back of my head being only 15 and nieve pregnancy was the last thing i was thinking but i just knew something wasnt right, we went for a walk into town as it was a lovley day and we were bored, just spear of the moment thing we went to the supermarket and bougth a test as my friend thougth she was pregnant and she asked me to do one just for the fun of it an knowing my luck she wasnt pregnant but i was :O shock horror i was 15!!!!!!!.
we went back home and i tried to calm down ( wasnt happening at all !! ).
the next day, i told my mum NERVOUS did even come close to what i was feeling at all, so i told her by text worst thing i ever did, she came and picked me up from my friends and we didnt speak for about an hour then she came in and was really calm asked a few of how when where ?? and the said come one lets go the takeout ur gonna get pretty fat anyway :s great pick me up NOT !!
even tho she wasnt 100% happy she was always supportive of me :D her and my sister and my best friend were the things that got me througth it.
 
so anyways days later we went to the doctors to confirm the pregnancy and my doctor ask how far i was she didnt get an aswer back just a blank expression which she followed with if ur over about 10 weeks we should find a heart beat but if we cant dont b alarmed you might be ealry on in pregnancy well she tried to find the heartbeat and abou1 5 mins past and then i heard it a perfect little heartbeat and i cryed and so did my mum and we both said i cant abort now ive heard that tbh it never crossed my mind it was my baby my fault am like this ( FYI ) babys daddy was never around and said some very nasty things but we wont go into that now. so we left the doctors and just carried on with life as much as possible.
 
but as my bump grew so did the gossip and i went for my first scan days after my 16th birthday and i was 12+5 big shock again :O baby was healty and happy yay it started to sink it it was happening and i was fine with it. :D i had great support and my family wasnt over 
 
joyed but very supportive of me.
 
20 week scan and ITS A BOY !!! very happy nikki, yet again very heatly baby.
 
28 week scan still heatly and happy.
 
34 week scan still happy and healty and very very very big i knew i was big when i was pregnant but when they treathend me with induction i was happy at all they said if he got much bigger i wouldnt b able to get him out :( they said id have to go bk for a scan to weeks later and if he was still big i wud b induced at 36 weeks i was mesuring 38 weeks at 30 so ya get the idea lol.
 
36 week scan and pheww he stopped growing so much and they realised i had alot of water.
 
then on saturday the 23rd of jan 2010 38+5 i was babysiting for my sisters to boys :D i went to bed not long after they did as i felt soo tierd all day i got up at about 5am and my trouser and bed where soaking i crept into my sister room and go some new pj bottom and tried to go bk sleep being stupid thort i wet myself :s i went all day with out saying anything to anyone then my sister being my sister figured it out and MADE me go hospital by this time about 14 hours had past so i got to the hospital after ringing them and they examined me and comfirmed my waters had gone and i was 1cm, they sent me home to me rest eat and sleep and prepare cuz they where inducing me at half 7 the next day if i didnt go into natural labour, me being me was on a high that it was finnally happening and i was soon going to have my boy in my arms little did i know it would NOT b that straigth forward at all.
 
24th of jan THE NEXT DAY.
my labour did not start on its own at all nothing not even a niggle, so of to get induced i went along with my mum and my sister to follow later after she sorted her boys sitter out :).
they gave me a tablet to soften my cervixs a it was still 1cm and high about 5 hours later me and my mum where on a walk and we got bk to the ward to a midwife trying to find me saying i was goin to the labour ward i was like whhaattt do u know something i dont because am not in labour she told me to get my bags and she will take me there i was being but on 2 drips on for antibiotics and potocin to get labour started and antibiotics because my waters had been broken for over 24 hours by this point we got there they stabbed me to get the canuals in and the waiting started i had a few sudden painfull contraiction and they went :( and the nothing at ALL !!.
 
25th i was on the max amount of potocin they can give u and i was having no contractions still and i was 2cm and still high, they turned to potocin off and left me for an hour and then put it back on doin that made me loose my plug then i thort i was gettin somewhere they popped my 2nd set of water to c if it wud get things working.
 
26th and nothing still sat in the same hospital bed crying and wanting to go home feeling like was going to be pregnant for ever after something to eat i also threw up on my midwife haha payback !! 
 
27th and still no contraction upto now my baby did great at coping with all the drugs i had and the small contrations i was having but by the time it had been like 4 days and he were both knackerd and his heart just kept dropping lower and lower my midwife ran out of the room ran back in with another few doctors and said uve got to have a section NOW !! i immidealty burst out crying feeling like i failed and it was the last thing i wanted to happen but i knew it was for the best they could of give me potocin for weeks but i still wouldnt of dialeted anymore.
 
so of for an emergency c-section we went, i was petrified about it i singed the paper next thing i knew i was in thearter having a spinal block, then i was lying down and they said are you ready and i didnt answer i felt numb but wanted to keep happy and cheerful so my mum didnt worry about me.
 
as they where doing the section i cud see everything that was going on every cut every pull in the arm of the ligth that have that pull about over the bed because it was so shiny and knew and tbh i liked it :s it seemed to calm me down and i felt a little bit in control as i was talking to me mum shaking like a leaf they said hell b here in a min nikki hang in there and the next thing i knew i heard my boy cry for the first time every my chunky little brigth blue boy with a good set of lungs on him :D they took him away to clean him and do his agpars and weigth he had agpars of 9 they wrapped him up and brougth him over, soon as i saw him i uncontrolably cried and just couldnt get over it there was just no words to decsriced how i felt.
 
they took me into the recovery room as my blood presser was very low. where he meet my sister for the first time :).
i had skin to skin and fed him, my sister dressed him and my mum had cuddles.
 
i got wheeled down to my own room for the nigth with my fresh out of the oven baby boy by this time he was pink and wasnt swollen, i sat with my mum and sister and my friend came to visit me and she cried instantly as she had been sat by the phone for 4 days gettin told info as things happend and couldnt belive he was finnally here :)
my baby boy born wednesday 27th of janurary at 3:28pm 7.7 lb 7oz 19 inches long named baylie-jacob.
the best day of my life.
 
i got out of hospital after 4 days and things went well for 2 weeks then my baby looked poorly :( loosing weigth and being projectile sick everytime he ate i went the doctors 3 times within 4 weeks when this started and the 3rd time i demaned i got sent to hospital and i new something was wroung the addmited baylie strigth away and they told me if i had left it any longer he would of been dead with the next 24 hours as he had problemes with the mucles in ur thort that let me food and liquid threw it did work so his thort was filling up and hence the reson for being sick they aslo told me the a drop out of every ounce was being let threw into his stomach because of his unworking mucles in his througth and he was starving to death i knew soemthing wasnt right and nobody listend to me i was so glad i refused to leave the doctors till they said go the hospital or i wud of been planning his funeral and his christening it makes me sick to think that it could of actually happend.
 
the day after i was in a speaclist hospital for babys and kids waiting for baylies hospital that without he wud of died because the muscul wud of never corrected its self it wud of just got worse.
 
the surgeon came and explained to me my mum and my sister what was going on in the op and how long it wud take ect, he was taken up that nigth carry him into the room to b put asleep was the single most terifieing thing ive every had to do about 3 meter for the door o stood still and no matter was i cud no make myself move to take him in how cud i wacth my 6 week old baby be put to sleep so my sister moved me and my mum took him in as i couldnt.
 
the long 3 and a half hours of sugrey started paceing up and down every time the door opened on the ward expecting it to b them telling me something bad had happend, finally they came and told me he was fine he was just waking up and the op went perfect. over the few days that followed he slowy was able to drink and digest milk and he was soom making up for lost time we were aloud home after 3 days, so we went home and tried to settle in he had a small scar on his tummy same as me from my section :p he gratually gained weigh and became a chunky boy and was back to full health after about a month at 10 weeks old he weiged the same as he did at birth but he had put a pound and a half on in a month which was amazing to me and he found a tatse for milk soon enuff :D.
 
baylie is now a very happy and very healty 2 year old hes very clever and everyday he makes me smile and laugh i couldnt imagine life without him ever hes made me complete and me am now 18 and loving every moment of being a mummy :D
 
thanks for reading and sorry for any spelling mistakes. hope u enjoyed xxxxxxxxx

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Ashley’s Birth of a Daughter

Ashley’s Birth of a Daughter

Thursday, 4th February, 2010. Had appointment with midwife. Was a week to go. I was in so much pain I couldn’t walk or sleep and I have forgotten what my feet had looked like . So the midwife booked me in to get a sweep on Tuesday, 9th of February.

 Tuesday, 9th of February. Had my sweep and felt very strange and very uncomfortable. Was 2-3 cm dilated, but went to my brother’s 4th birthday, sitting through mild twinges. Had the first good night’s sleep in months… was great. Wednesday, woke up and I could walk… was great. Me and my partner took the dog out for a long walk. We walked for 3 hours… was fab because i could walk.  Wednesday night, went to bed but was very uncomfortable, so was up every hour. 5am Thursday morning, I was up and having contractions. Mild, but my back was the worst, as that’s where the pain was.

Thursday 11th February. 11am contractions got worse and I couldn’t walk, so I got myself into the car and went to hospital. Got taken in and checked. I was still 3-4 cm dilated, so walked round the hospital for a couple of hours.

5pm I was 5-7 cm dilated. Got my antibiotic, as I had Strep B and got some gas and air at 7.30. My mum came to see me. I was lying on the bed, eating chocolate and sucking on my gas and air.

9.00 contractions were getting stronger, so I had pethidine in my leg. I still to this day don’t remember the midwife giving me it.

11.00 pm my waters broke, and a little later her head had dropped. I pushed and at 00.18 on Friday, 12th February, my gorgeous little girl was born. My partner was with me all the way through and was the best person I could have asked for giving birth.

I had four stitches and two hours before having my daughter, I was in a bath, eating toast and drinking tea. I left the hospital at 6.00 pm on the Friday night and you wouldn’t have thought I had just given birth less than 24 hours ago. My giving birth was the best experience of my life and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Tabitha’s Birth Jayden Joseph

When I met my son's father at 16 yrs old, I thought I had met the love of my life. He was 22 and I was young, naive, and full of love to give. I wanted to have the family with him that I'd never really had growing up. He spoke of this child that he had with an ex-girlfriend a few years prior, how he wasn't able to see the child and how it broke his heart; my heart ached along with his. I thought, this is the man I was to spend the rest of my life with, he loves me and wants the same, what better to do than to start our lives together now.

For 3 months we tried and tried to get pregnant. I told all of my friends and they thought I was crazy, but in my mind, I knew we would be together forever. I grew up with a lot of experiences that young girls should never have to personally experience, molestation, rape, abuse; I just wanted REAL love, to feel whole inside. I told my mother about my plan to have a child with my boyfriend and of COURSE, she was not very impressed; however, at the time I didn't really care what she had to say, in my mind, "What does she know..."

Finally after months of tears and failed attempts, we stopped "trying," only for me to become pregnant that month. I was ecstatic, FINALLY after months of trying and trying I was pregnant! I ran into the bedroom to tell my boyfriend, woke him up, and we both immediately started sharing the news. He seemed genuinely as excited as me at the time.

As months went on, he missed doctor appointments due to work. We were both working full-time at a coffee shop on the South end of town and felt that we were making pretty decent money, combined, so we went ahead and signed the lease on a nice 2 bedroom apt on a beautiful little street just outside the downtown area.

Soon after we moved in, things went downhill. The coffee shop we worked for went bankrupt and shut their doors without notice. I remember walking all the way there in the cold fall wind, only to see the large "CLOSED FOR BUSINESS" sign on the window when I was supposed to work that evening.

I had to continue working, so the next day I put on a big sweater and went out to find a job. I walked into the local convenience store and handed in a resume, speaking with the owner at the time, she had no idea I was pregnant and I was not about to mention it and lose the work. A few days later, I was hired on and learning the ropes. My son's father wasn't so lucky, however. He found a laboring job, but because he didn't have his own transportation he had to rely on the other workers to give him a lift, that didn't last long and eventually they just stopped picking him up.

I kept working to support the both of us. I was not going to lose our new apartment and the beautiful room I was preparing for my unborn child. He, on the other hand, fell into some sort of depression and stopped looking for work. Instead he started to have teenagers over while I was working (teens younger than me at the time ) and they would smoke weed, drink, and play video games all night/day.

After a 9 hour shift (3pm - 12am) and a cold walk home in the middle of the icy winter alone, I stumbled in my front door and was greeted with a gigantic cloud of marijuana smoke. I was FURIOUS. This was not good for me and the baby and this was not what I had envisioned as the "perfect life" that we were going to have together. I yelled and yelled, but nothing seemed to make a difference. As time went on, money went missing out of my bank account. My boyfriend was using my bankcard while I was having my pre-work nap and stealing large amounts of money to feed his new weed addiction.

He had never once shown up to my doctor appointments or ultrasounds, didn't even care to hear his unborn child's heartbeat. Slowly, I became more and more depressed and hurt.

One night in the middle of a cold January, I went to work and he called me up shortly after and said, "Don't bother coming home tonight, I'm having a party!" and hung up the phone. That was it for me, I couldn't take it anymore. I was 17 and 6 months pregnant with a child whose father would rather smoke weed and drink than attend an ultrasound session to see his unborn child. I had a breakdown and another girl had to be called in to cover my shift, which ultimately ended up being my LAST shift as I was far enough along in my pregnancy to start my Maternity Leave.

I stayed the night at my mother’s, then the next morning, proceeded back to my apartment to see how things were. I walked in the door and a young girl comes walking down the stairs from my bedroom (she was only 15), I asked her where my boyfriend was and she replied, "he went to get some weed." (Of course, I should have known.) Furiously, I told her to sit on the couch and I stormed upstairs to check on my bedroom and my nursery. My room was a complete write-off, sheets a mess on my bed and condom wrappers on the floor; clearly he had fornicated with that young girl. I proceeded to the nursery only to find that ALL of my son's things had been pushed to one side of the room to make room for a make-shift bed on the floor; I was heartbroken.

I left the house and a few days later returned with family members to get my things, which unfortunately for him, consisted of 95% of the furniture, electronics and appliances. I called up the landlord and informed him that because he never checked for ID when I signed the lease, he failed to realize I was only 16, meaning that the lease was really only applicable to the then 23 year old father of my baby.

I never forgave my son's father for that, I had always told him, "you cheat on me, you are cheating on your baby and our family." I wasn't going to let anyone hurt my baby, including him.

Months went on and I got bigger, I was living with my mother at the time temporarily, and we transformed her office into a beautiful little nursery for my son-to-be.

The boy name his father and I had decided on was Joshua James (James being his father’s middle name) but I decided to change it; new life, new name... he was to be Jayden Joseph.

My best friend, Amanda, became my savior during the last few months since leaving his father. She came to appointments with me if she could, to prenatal group meetings, and most of all, she made me feel secure, loved, and supported. One day, she asked me, "When do YOU think you are going to have him? Not when you're DUE, but in your heart, what day do you think you will have him?" Instinctively I replied, "March 29^th," even though my due date was April 3rd.

The days became shorter and closer to my due date. One night around 11:30pm, on March 28th 2004, I went into labor. I decided to have a bath at home, hoping it was just pre-labor contractions and not actual labor. I must have had a total of 3 baths that night, off and on, crawling back into bed in the fetal position between them until my mother walked into the washroom on my last bath and asked me what was going on. "I think I’m in labor," I told her and she responded, "Probably not, we will likely just get to the hospital and they will send you home, first pregnancies usually have lengthy labors!"

I wasn't going to take no for an answer, so she drove me to Emerge and they sent us straight to admissions; I was in ACTIVE labor on arrival. I begged my mother to call Amanda, she had asked me to call her at any time of the night no matter what as soon as I went into labor, but my mother wouldn't call until I was further dilated.

The back pain I was feeling was SO intense that I spent the next few hours walking up and down the maternity ward corridor, having steaming hot shower after steaming hot shower until they finally cut me off. Eventually my mother called Amanda and things started to go crazy from her arrival on. I remember being strapped up to so many machines and then suddenly unstrapped, the cord had wrapped around my baby’s neck and the doctors needed to perform an emergency cesarean section.

EVERYONE was kicked out of the room as they wheeled me down the hall and into the operating room. I lay there on the table begging the doctor to let me push. While prepping the tools needed for the c-section, he said, "Okay," not expecting anything to come of it. So with one GIANT push, out came my son, the doctor scrambled over to the table to retrieve him as he exited my body with extreme force. My mom comes in the room a few minutes later after getting her scrubs on. The floors, she described, were covered in blood, the doctor was covered in blood, she'd never seen so much blood in her life.

It was MARCH 29th, 2004 and for the first time ever, I got to see my beautiful baby son. I cried and cried and cried, even though I had not cried through the entire labor process. He was absolutely perfect.

Soon after, they took him away and the doctor began stitching me up, 3 layers of stitches deep as I had ripped from one hole to the other, explaining the great loss of blood.

My son's father was notified of the birth and everyone else BUT him came in to the hospital to visit and meet the baby. Finally, 4 days into my week stay (due to anemia as a result of extreme blood loss ), he showed up, with that 15 year old girl that he had at my home.

They stayed for a grand total of 15 minutes, enough time to hold the baby for a picture and say hello, then they left; never heard from him for months following my release with the baby.

A few days later, I got out of the hospital. I remember it as if it were yesterday. Seventeen, with a baby to raise all alone, but in my heart I knew I had made the right decisions for him and I, I knew we would be okay.

Now my son is turning 7 in 2 weeks. The days, months and years flew by without pause. He looks up at me with his beautiful, big, blue eyes every day and tells me how much he loves me.

I went on to graduate high school and go to college. I am now in my LAST semester of Police Foundations and I owe all of it to my son. Without him, I probably would have never had the motivation or strength to get to where I am in life now. I have devoted my entire teen age life to raising this boy alone, and continue to give him hope and inspiration for the future by being the best influence I can possibly be.

That child my ex spoke about having does exist, but his love and concern for not being able to see it has proven to be a lie. Unfortunately, it took me getting pregnant and having a child with him to find out that some men just aren't meant to be fathers, they do not have what it takes. He is now going on 30 and has no real part in my son's life, or the life of that other little boy. He would rather smoke his weed and play video games than be a father and work to support his children.

If I could give one word of advice to any young girl, it would be to WAIT to have a baby. It is not easy for ANY woman of any age, but certainly harder for a child herself. Rarely ever does it work out that the young boy sticks around to help you raise this child, and the struggles of a single mom are amplified for a teen.

If you are a teen and pregnant, STAY IN SCHOOL. Give your unborn child someone to look up to, a role-model in life that he/she can be proud to call "mom."  Don't be a statistic, don't allow others to tell you that you cannot finish your education because you had a child. There are programs out there aimed at helping young teen moms get their education and make something of themselves while raising their child. Take full advantage of them.

(I'd like to end this with a special thanks to my best friend, Amanda, who has never stopped being there for me, through thick and thin and who I couldn't have made it through everything without. I love you, girl. xo)

 

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Larissa’s Birth of Beau

I was 14 when I fell pregnant with my first child. I was with a 17 year old and at the time, I thought I was in love. I didn’t intend on falling pregnant, but then again, we didn’t really try to prevent it either. We had been together for about 3 months when I fell pregnant. When I told him he was going to be a dad, he didn’t seem to bothered about it. I finally plucked up the courage to tell my parents. They weren't happy, but they supported me. They gave me the option of adoption or abortion, but I told them I wanted to keep the baby and they supported my decision. Time went pretty quick and before I knew it, I was having a boy. My parents helped me prepare for him. I decided to name him Beau.

I was 6 days off my due date and I had slight back pains, but I didn’t think nothing of it. I woke up around 4am the next morning; the pain was getting worse. I knew this was it, but contractions were coming and going and not too strong yet. I went on with my day, preparing for my little boy, getting everything sorted that afternoon. I could barely walk, so I got my bags and headed to the hospital. When I got there, they hooked me up to the fetal heart monitor machine and they said I was only 3cm dilated. They made me have a pethidine shot, even though I refused, and they wanted to keep me in hospital overnight, but all i wanted was to go home and sleep. They put me in the maternity ward for the night. I tried to get some sleep, but by midnight I was in so much pain I couldn’t lay down.

The midwife took me to the birthing suite and just as I lay down, I felt this pop and a trickle of water as my waters broke. I was soo scared. I was 15, just about to give birth on my own. I rang my parents and they were there within 20 minutes. I felt the need to push just as they got there. I was pushing for 2 hours and was soo exhausted. They wanted to do an episiotomy, but I refused. They said I would need the vacuum or forceps, but I was determined to do this myself, and with 3 big pushes, my beautiful son entered the world at 4:31am, 6th April 2008, weighing 7 pounds 3 ounces. They took him away as he swallowed some amniotic fluid, but when I got to hold him, it was like nothing else mattered. I was so grateful my parents were there to support me and although I was only 15, I wouldn’t change him for the world.

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Jade’s Birth of A Son

Being admitted into hospital 3 days before my son was born really gave me a chance to get my head around the fact that YES I would be having my baby soon! I had early signs of pre eclampsia so I was able to be induced as soon as I hit 38 weeks. My doctor inserted the cervidil (the type of thing used to induce me) because I was already 2cm dilated then gave me a shot of pethidine to relax me so I could sleep through the start of my contractions. After an hour or so of crying happy and scared tears I fell asleep hoping to have a good rest so I could be well rested for the hard task ahead of me.

Only 2 hours later I woke up in severe pain. I got up and went to the toilet and tried to go back to bed but I was already having really strong contractions. I woke my boyfriend and said to get the midwife because it hurt so badly but when they came to check on me she said I was being a drama queen and that I needed to go back to bed... well that was it.  I was angry! It only got worse and worse and she just ignored my screams. I was so mean to my boyfriend because of how angry I was but he was still so supportive but the poor guy was so stumped on how he could help me.

Finally I felt the urge to push and I told my boyfriend to tell the midwife. She ran in with a wheel chair removed the cervidil the rolled me to a birthing room (half naked mind you) and got me ready to start pushing.  All I could think was: I don’t want to push till my mum gets here' but it took her so long because she lived so far away. I just wanted her there. I started pushing and with every rest I would slump down and cry. It felt like it was taking forever! As my sons head was crowning the midwife said I should touch his head but I really didn’t want to, I just didn’t want to know yet the midwife decided forcing my hand on to his head was ok... at this point if I had the strength I would have strangled her!

My mum walked in just in time! An hour of pushing (felt more like a day) and my son was born at 4:50am. A healthy 9 pound 5 and absolutely perfect. Holding him for the first time was amazing. The moment couldn’t have been more amazing. It was over whelming how much I loved him already. Being a mum has changed me so much.

Having a baby at 19 was something I never thought would happen but I don’t regret it. He makes me so happy everyday and gives me so much purpose in life. He changed my life for the better and I love him with all my heart. I can’t wait to give my son a little brother or sister one day and add to our beautiful family.

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