I met this boy at work who was 16 at the time. We used to hang out on break and
lunch and talk. We exchanged numbers, but never went any further then friends.
One Sunday afternoon at our lunch break from work we went to his house for a
football, which we never came back with. Well, that is when it all happened:
unprotected sex.
That Sunday coming back from lunch, something wasn't right. I felt like
different and realized that I believed that I was pregnant. I ignored it, but
the next month, October, when my period was supposed to come, it never did.
I was getting scared and thought that I was stressing over it too much and that
is why my period never came. The next month (Nov.) still no period and I turned
18. Still thinking the same thing (stress) and that was the cause of my missed
period, still scared and thinking what am I going to tell my mom if I am
pregnant. She already had a thought that I might be and was having my sisters
question me. I still denied it all till they found my tampons that had not been
opened, but I played it off like I just bought them. My mom still wasn't buying
it, but it was worth a try. I sort of put my mom at ease, but I know she could
tell that I might be lying.
By the time December came and I still hadn't started my period I believed being
in denial was out of the question, that I better go and get a pregnancy test so
I could know. I called planned parenthood to come in and get a pregnancy test.
Sure enough just like I thought I was 4 months pregnant.
Yikes. Now I had to go back and show my mom that paper. I did and she just threw
it after she read and she didn't talk to me for a week. I got the silent
treatment for a week. Luckily, I had my best friend who stood beside and
comforted me.
Mind you, that I am a senior in high school and all these fun events are about
ready to come up. I was thinking to myself that I might not be able to do any of
them.
Finally, in January, I made my first doctor's appointment, and everything seemed
to be fine. But a few doctor appointments later there were some complications
with my pregnancy. I started getting high blood pressure and pre-eclampsia. This
was in April, almost 7 months into my pregnancy. I went to the doctor during
spring break and he told me no more school for me and that I had to have all my
homework brought to me because too much stress could cause even worse
complications. I was to the point where I was going to the doctor twice a week.
That is how bad I got. I was on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. It
sucked. I could not do anything.
I bet you're wondering about the baby's dad. Well, to be honest with you I never
told him and even being at work and showing he always thought it was someone
else's. I already knew my dreams were going to be put on hold and I most
definitely didn't want his dreams to be too. Really weird on how I thought this
at this time. If I knew then what I know now I would have said something when I
found out.
They finally got me all under control and graduating high school still was
uncertain because class participation was very important according to the
teachers. That's another story in itself, but I did graduate on time in 1996.
A week later after graduation I had a doctor's appointment and he checked me and
I was already dilated to 3 centimeters. He asked if everything was fine and I
said yeah, nothing unusual. The doctor then asked if I wanted to be induced and
I said yes. I was so ready to have this baby. Oh, by the way, I was having a
girl, which I knew before they told me in the ultrasound of many that I had.
So the doctor scheduled the induction for the next day. I think my daughter
heard that because that is not the way it unfolded that night.
After leaving the doctor's that afternoon I made a pit stop in to the bathroom
and when I wiped I noticed a big amount of blood on the tissue. I didn't think
about it or say anything about it to anyone. My mom took me to the store to get
groceries and even had it planned to go to bed early since I was being induced
the next day, but walking through the store I was getting contractions. When I
told my mom she started to run through the store. I have never seen her move
that fast in my whole life.
Finally we got home and ate. After that I started to relax on the couch, and my
mom went to her room to nap. My sister walked through the door and she found me
crying on the couch because my contractions were coming stronger. We called the
doctor and he told me to go in.
I went in. It took me about 10 minutes to walk in the hospital because my
contractions were that strong. I walked up to the labor and delivery room and
got checked in. The nurse checked me and I was 4 1/2 centimeters dilated.
They gave me Demerol for the pain, but that really didn't work. I still felt the
contractions at their peak. Finally, I got my epidural and I was out. That is
all I remember going on. I got to the hospital at 6:30 p.m. on June 4. I finally
woke up at 12:30 a.m. on June 5 because I felt like I had to push.
My sister went and got the nurse. She checked me and I was 9 1/2 centimeters
dilated. The nurse told me that it was OK to go ahead and push. I started to
push, but the doctor told me to stop pushing because the cord was wrapped around
the baby's neck. I finally pushed her out, but they took her right away because
she was sunny side up (her face was facing up) and she wasn't crying. They gave
her oxygen and right away after clearing her airways I hear a big cry and was
relieved. She weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 21 inches. I named her Lexis
Nicole.
She just turned 10. She is my pride and joy of my life. As for myself I am 28.
My daughter is now talking to her dad. That happened two years ago when I
finally told him, but of course he wanted a paternity test, which I figured.
Hopefully, things go right for the two of them.
I am now attempting to try for another one. Please wish me luck. But not from my
daughter's dad. My fiancé
(courtesy of Birthstories.com) |
