Well where to start??? Im 22 and a mother of a 4 year old and a 5 month old!!! I had dreams of being a Writter, Actress (haha) Nurse everything but never a mother. Sounds horrible really but it was my life plan i didnt think i would ever be a good mom, i had no patience, didnt like the idea of pain, also when people say 'terrible twos', a shiver went down my neck!!! I even told my mom that i will never have my own children if i feel ready ill adopt. Think she was suprised... as any 15 year olds mom would be i suppose.
When I was 17 I met my now Fiancee, online (I know a very stupid teenager... agreed) I met up with him and after a week of being with him we decided to move in together (i lived in Anglesey North Wales... he lived in Stafford, Staffordshire!!!) But it happened was different but nice, shortly after I got pregnant.... it wasnt a 'ho god we dont know each other, what are we going to do? kinda thing, it was a 'Gaz Im pregnant.... and an OK in return. Abortion nor adoption came into it.
The next step was to tell my family without them thinking my life was ruined and that he had destoryed me! But how?? I never had the closest mother daughter relationship so it wasnt an easy thing. First i texted my Cousin who i was very close to. I went to wales for a visit being 10 weeks pregnant at the time. And every opertunity i had to tell my mom the words just didnt come out, 'Yanni im so happy your not smoking good for your health' (id quit the day i took the test) 'Erm yeah thanks'... In the end it was blurted out as she had said 'just dont get pregnant too soon ok'.
She was shocked and dissapointed i suppose, she said there are options you can choose if you want to... i didnt. We kept it a secret then i told my brother... same thing blah blah... Was ok after then when i came back i had to tell my Dad, Nan and Grandad (they live in Newcastle) I went through in my head how to tell my dad as im a daddys girl and was scared to tell him.. phone him?... no he can shout.... face to face?? definatly not shouting is louder in person!! So us Brits are clever when we want to rant... Letter it was!!! I posted it and he rang as soon as he read it thinking i was joking than asking when were planing on getting married etc. Now i understand why they were very anxious in a way is because they didnt know gareth, they didnt really know anything about him, not even his last name.
After telling people settled it was all really good, i had a really good pregnancy morning sickness a given but i was fine by 17 weeks, found out we were having a girl and we decided to call her Izabella (soon changed to Izzabella!) We were living in a one bedroom flat off one of his mates in a rough area of Rugeley. I celebrated my 18th birthday at home 7 months pregnant... with a nice glass of milk to ease the heartburn. Soon after we got our first house and moved in, Izzabella Maria came along on the 24th August 2007 after 16 hours of labour. 3 days overdue.
Was scary seeing her she was so tiny at 7lb 6.5oz i wanted to breastfeed but the hospital i was at never showed me so i didnt do it right. I slept all night waking up to a peaceful baby... no i was told by the woman opposite that Bella was taken to the nursery because i didnt wake up, She was taken at 3am and brought back in at 5:45 am i woke at 6am!! i felt so rubbish i could just hear them all thinking 'teenage mother'. Once leaving i had to deal with 'veiwers'... as nice as they were being i felt pushed out as i had barely held her just for a cuddle and she was taken away... i felt alone and useless.....
When I was 17 I met my now Fiancee, online (I know a very stupid teenager... agreed) I met up with him and after a week of being with him we decided to move in together (i lived in Anglesey North Wales... he lived in Stafford, Staffordshire!!!) But it happened was different but nice, shortly after I got pregnant.... it wasnt a 'ho god we dont know each other, what are we going to do? kinda thing, it was a 'Gaz Im pregnant.... and an OK in return. Abortion nor adoption came into it.
The next step was to tell my family without them thinking my life was ruined and that he had destoryed me! But how?? I never had the closest mother daughter relationship so it wasnt an easy thing. First i texted my Cousin who i was very close to. I went to wales for a visit being 10 weeks pregnant at the time. And every opertunity i had to tell my mom the words just didnt come out, 'Yanni im so happy your not smoking good for your health' (id quit the day i took the test) 'Erm yeah thanks'... In the end it was blurted out as she had said 'just dont get pregnant too soon ok'.
She was shocked and dissapointed i suppose, she said there are options you can choose if you want to... i didnt. We kept it a secret then i told my brother... same thing blah blah... Was ok after then when i came back i had to tell my Dad, Nan and Grandad (they live in Newcastle) I went through in my head how to tell my dad as im a daddys girl and was scared to tell him.. phone him?... no he can shout.... face to face?? definatly not shouting is louder in person!! So us Brits are clever when we want to rant... Letter it was!!! I posted it and he rang as soon as he read it thinking i was joking than asking when were planing on getting married etc. Now i understand why they were very anxious in a way is because they didnt know gareth, they didnt really know anything about him, not even his last name.
After telling people settled it was all really good, i had a really good pregnancy morning sickness a given but i was fine by 17 weeks, found out we were having a girl and we decided to call her Izabella (soon changed to Izzabella!) We were living in a one bedroom flat off one of his mates in a rough area of Rugeley. I celebrated my 18th birthday at home 7 months pregnant... with a nice glass of milk to ease the heartburn. Soon after we got our first house and moved in, Izzabella Maria came along on the 24th August 2007 after 16 hours of labour. 3 days overdue.
Was scary seeing her she was so tiny at 7lb 6.5oz i wanted to breastfeed but the hospital i was at never showed me so i didnt do it right. I slept all night waking up to a peaceful baby... no i was told by the woman opposite that Bella was taken to the nursery because i didnt wake up, She was taken at 3am and brought back in at 5:45 am i woke at 6am!! i felt so rubbish i could just hear them all thinking 'teenage mother'. Once leaving i had to deal with 'veiwers'... as nice as they were being i felt pushed out as i had barely held her just for a cuddle and she was taken away... i felt alone and useless.....
