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Update of Nowhere near ready.

So, as you might have read in my story 'Nowhere Near Ready', my due date was coming up fast. I'd like to share with you that shortly after I wrote that story, I was laying in bed watching TV and contractions started. I called my sister and told her to come home to take me to the hospital. My sister had a 20 minute drive from her job to our house, then another 45 minutes from our house to the hospital. She got home and got me to her car, and we were about five minutes into the drive to the hospital when I started to feel the baby moving down really fast. By the time we were half way to the hospital, the baby was basically ready to come, and there was no way we would make it in time. My sister has a really small car. It's a 2 door and the front seats are really cramped. Note, I was 38 weeks pregnant and HUGE, so that made it worse. I had no room to move, and the baby's head was crowning, so I knew I had to do something, but I didnt know what. I tried to stick it out, but after about five minutes of thinking, the baby's head started coming out. We were still about 20 minutes from the hospital, so I knew for sure I was about to have my baby in my sister's car. I told her to keep driving so we could get to the hospital even after I had the baby. We were about 15 minutes away from the hospital and the baby's head was completely out. I knew I had to push because a baby can only stay in that condition so long before bad things happen. We were five minutes away from the hospital on Wednesday, May 21, 2008 when Braxton Jude was born at 2:05 AM. It was tough, and the most pain Ive ever been in, but it was worth it. Every time I look at my little girl, I forget the pain I went through, because it was worth it. =]

Sarah

Loss and Life

My name is Kayla. I’m 16 years young. I will be 17 in October. My whole life changed when I moved to Idaho. My parents had just divorced when I was almost 11 years old. Depression set in, and I began to lose sight of who I was and who I wanted to be. I had one rocky relationship before I met a guy named Chris.

I fell for him so hard. I lost my innocence to him, I was only 13 and he was 14. I gave him all I could. About a year and half of unprotected sex and using the pull out method and the added effect of me being on my birth control pills, we never thought I could get pregnant.

In March of 2007, I looked down on that little white stick that told me I was pregnant. I was stunned, I was only 15. My life was going to go so differently after that. I planed to see my doctor as soon as I could, or at least, when I was around four or five weeks. But, I was having fun with a friend of mine and spent an hour in my hot tub.

The next day I woke up to a fever of 103, a migraine so bad that if I moved my head I would vomit. The day after that, I started bleeding very heavily. March 18, 2007 my first angel grew wings and left before I could even really meet them. I cried for almost three months. The shock of losing the baby completely stopped my whole world and kept me hoping my life wouldn’t continue.

About a few months after the miscarriage Chris and I broke up. It felt like for good. We continued a sexual relationship whenever both of us were single. But, after the miscarriage I refused to take my birth control. I never really thought about it, because if you are meant to get pregnant, you will no matter what you do to try and stop it.

March of 2008 caught up to me quickly. I mourned the lost of my child once again, but I didn’t get very long to stay sad. March 24th, I missed my period, I looked down once again at that little white stick. My face went white when I saw the little negative sign in the screen.

On the 26th I still hadn’t gotten my period. I took another test and nearly screamed in excitement and fear when I saw the pink little plus. On the 27th, I took another test to make sure the other test wasn’t lying and again the pink little plus winked up at me. Taking a deep breath I called up a clinic near me and got an appointment.

April 10th I went in and their tests also came back positive. They gave me great information, and at no charge to me. I was so great full. I knew from the moment I lost my first angel, I was ready to give birth to my own child and take care of him or her and give them a life that I never had. Something inside me just told me that I would be a mother soon, and not to fear it.

May 7th I went back to the clinic and saw my baby for the first time. I nearly cried. I fell so in love with that little one that was moving around on the screen. I just knew this was it. I was going to carry this child, give birth and love them till the day I pass away.

Now, the father just found out a few weeks ago. I’m 12 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I’m not sure if the father is going to help me, or if he is going to act as if though I’m lying and pretend I’m not there. It is really his choice, but I will have no choice but to bring him to court for child support if he isn’t willing to pay it, the courts will make him.

My mother kicked me out, and with only my dad and me to provide for the baby, we will live only paycheck to paycheck. If Chris helps out, we would make it just fine and thing would be a lot easier on my father. He is 48 almost 49 and I know he doesn’t want to deal with a newborn, but my mother left us no choice.

My father was mad, but he respects my decision to carry the pregnancy and to raise the child afterwards. We might struggle for a while, but I know we will make it. And I’m completely happy. I will be the mother I always dreamed of being in about six months. Life will change again and be different, but we are ready and willing to fight for the life inside me!

For all mothers out there, no matter what age, you are a mother from the second pregnancy accrues in the body. You all have the opportunity to make the right choices and give your child the best life it can have! Be happy and know that there is a miracle on the way! Have faith and everything will go the way you want!

Kayla

Nowhere near ready.

My name is Sarah. Im 14 years old, in the eighth grade, and Im 38 weeks pregnant with my first child, a girl I plan to name Braxton Jude. I got pregnant 5 months before my 14th birthday at a party I went to with my brother and his friends. I wanted to be part of the group, so I went to the party. All I did was smoke some cigarettes, so I didnt feel accepted, so when a guy I thought was hot asked me to go to a bedroom with him, I gladly accepted the offer. All I expected was that we would make out and then I could go, but we had sex. I left the room and went to find my brother, but when I couldnt find him, I started dancing with two guys who gave me beer and took me to a back bedroom and Im assuming we had sex because when I woke up I was naked and they were getting dressed. My baby's father could be one of three guys, and it's not something Im proud of. I didnt find out I was pregnant until I was four months into the pregnancy and I was starting to show *it was normal for me to skip periods every now and then, so that didnt really give it away*. I bought a home test and all three tests came out positive. I lost all my friends at school and my parents kicked me out, so Ive been living with my sister. Im not sure what Im gonna do when my baby is born, but my due date is only 5 days away, so I need to think of something fast. I guess I'll update after the baby is born, but until then, Im nowhere near ready for this.

Sarah

i can go thrue it because i have hope

hi my name is areli i am 15 years old. well im here to tell you about my story. my story is that when i went to planned parenthood with a few of my friends and my sister and her boyfriend i found out i was pregnant. My boyfriend was in jail at the time because he has a few parloe violations and he really want to be there but he can't and it was already harder for me to tell my parents that i am pregnant without hurting anyone's feelings. But they excepted it and i really love them for that and for excepting him for the way he is. he is a bit older then me but he loves me and were getting married once he gets his life together. I know i'm here going through my pregnancy with my family without the baby's father. well im not gonna have the baby's father maybe for a year because they are sending him to prison and im here to tell the other teen moms that your not alone. you have the dad's parents and you have your own siblings even though the baby's father wants to be there he still loves the baby no matter what but you have to have hope and you have to believe in yourself and in the baby that your gonna make it without anybody putting you down. so stay strong an please have hope

areli

Mommy wasn't a name I planned on having

I met Nick when I was 18...I was working at a gas station, and he was a regular there. We started hanging out on a consistent basis, and in about 2 weeks time, we were pretty much inseperable. After about 2 months of being together, it became apparent that Nick wasn't the perfect guy I thought he was. He had a horrible temper, and he was very controlling. I put up with it, though, because I was just...in awe of him, and the fact that he was mine. About 8 months into our relationship, I tried to break up with him. I just couldn't take his anger anymore, so one night while we were driving around in his car, I tearfully confronted him and told him how hurt I was and that I couldn't be with him anymore. He started crying and said he was sorry and that he would change, and he seemed sincere so I decided to give him another chance.
We always had sex without protection, using the pullout method. I had suspected that I was unable to get pregnant, because my period was always off whack and just strange altogether. One morning in April 2006, though, about 2 weeks after my 19th birthday, I was smoking a cigarette, and I suddenly started gagging. My period wasn't even late, but I KNEW right then, at that moment, that I was pregnant. I went out and bought a pregnancy test, and it confirmed what I already knew....I was expecting. I was terrified, I had never planned on having children. I was one of those girls who never had any kind of maternal instincts whatsoever. All of my girlfriends had babies by then, and I promised myself I would never fall privy to the same thing, especially since I was in a rocky relationship.
For the first month, (and I'm ashamed to admit this), I was considering abortion. Then I realized how selfish that was, and that I could bless a childless couple with a miracle, so I stared thinking about adoption. Nick was extremely against that idea...although he hadn't dismissed the abortion option. I was going to the doctor regularly, and I think it was the first ultrasound that changed my mind. I started thinking, just maybe I could keep my baby. Then the first time I felt her kick, it was a done deal.
I breezed throught my pregnancy, having only minimal morning sickness, and I was able to continue working with no problem. I gained 55 pounds, but I only weighed 100 to start with, so it wasn't a health issue. I liked my pregnancy for the most part, and it went so smoothly I couldn't believe that anyone ever complained about it. When I was 41 weeks pregnant, I woke up in the middle of the night with contractions. I called the doctor, and he said to time them and come to the hospital when they were about 5 minutes apart. At 1:00 that afternoon, I went to the hospital, and by 6:51 pm, my beautiful daughter, Laila Nicole was born, weighing 7 pounds, 8 ounces. The labor had gone so well...epidurals really are a magic invention. Everyone was surprised that I had done it so easily for a first time mom. Nothing was easy about the day emotionally, though. Nick was there in the delivery room, but he made things worse, as his temper blew up over the fact that he couldn't stay for the epidural. He took his anger out on me, and while I was still in the painful throes of contractions from back labor, his mom was the one comforting me, not him at all.
Regardless, it was the happiest day of my life, and I was in awe that I had actually created a person. After Laila was born, we all came back to my parents house, so I could be on familiar ground while I adapted to being a mother. Nick and my mom did not get along, and after a while, tensions ran high, and he left. I told him it was over....Laila was about 2 months old. We ended up getting back together, and I just chalked it up to me overreacting due to postpartum depression. When Laila was about 6 months old, we broke up again. I was sick of him being so controlling....he would tell me I couldn't even take my daughter around my best friend, just because he didn't like her. While we were broken up, I had to beg him for money for Laila....and he seemed to have no interest in her. He went 2 weeks without seeing her, and it didn't really bother him. I was sickened by him at this point, but unless we were together, he wouldn't give me anything for her, so for Laila's sake, I got back with him.
We've been doing this on and off for about a year now. Laila is 17 months old, and growing up so fast I can't get a grip on it. I'm overwhelmed by my endless love for her. I never knew anything could feel like this...especially since I never wanted kids. I can't imagine my life without her adorable little face, or her kisses at random times. She's quite a handful, but I wouldn't trade her for the world. I consider myself a single mom for the most part, because I know that it's not long before Nick and I are done for good. His temper has done nothing but worsen, and I'm terrified he may one day start taking it out on Laila. I've always heard the Lord works in mysterious ways, but I never took it to heart until He gave me the daughter I never knew I wanted. Hopefully He's still looking out for me when I get myself away from Nick as well. Good luck to all you single mothers out there...you can do it, I know this....as long as you have your child, nothing can stand in your way.

Brittany