This was over 2/3 years ago now but I love my story. So I found out I was pregnant at 15 (by chance because once I lost my virginity I was on the pill but I always kept pregnancy test in my draw because I was always weary) I couldn't believe it when I saw 2 lines so I ran to the chemist for more, I automatically told the dad and he told me to get rid of it😕 I called my cousin to tell her and she came over right away (my mom was at work until 1am). My cousin kept telling me that I need to tell my mom so when she same home I did.

It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do because when she started crying I swear I could feel my heart break😔 she didn't talk to me or even look at me for 2 weeks, during this time I'd been forced by my nan to go to the doctors to "discuss my options" and I'd be suffering with extreme morning sickness, it was the summer holidays when I found out I was pregnant so my mom contacted the school to let them know. When I went back to school my 2 best friends were the only ones that knew but it was hard keeping it a secret when I would run out of class to throw up.

One day I'd stayed at home because I had no lessons & my friend had called me to say that one of my best friends told her class and now everyone in my year knew about me being pregnant. I cried for the rest of the day dreading having to go back to school, my mom was talking to me by this point but rarely ever brought up my pregnancy.

My mom found it really difficult to cope with because she was 9 months pregnant when I told her. Me and my baby's dad broke up within the first month because he became controlling constantly accusing me of cheating and asking why I don't answer his texts straight away. I was fed up of everyone at this point all telling me to "discuss my options" I didn't have any options, I'm not against abortion or adoption but for me, I wanted to be a mum to my baby whether I could afford to or not, my family were really hypocritical because all of my aunties had been in the teens when they had their first child.

The next few months were a blur because they consisted on the same narrow minded people making snide comments. Further into my pregnancy loads of people in my year started to talk to me (which was odd because I'd never been friends with them) yet my actual friends started to spend less time with me and although all these new people were talking to me, I felt so alone because I knew this was only happening because of me being pregnant.

Around 7 months pregnant my mom asked me if she could feel the baby kick because she'd been noticing my stomach moving a lot, that simple question made the bad times fade away because I felt as though my mom had finally started to love her grandchild❤️

I had reached my due date of April 9th 2016 and still no sign of baby, 3 days past and my midwife came over to do a sweep, she'd told me that my blood pressure was high but that could be due to nerves so she'd check again after the sweep. Straight after the sweep she said she thinks my waters may have broken but the baby's head could be stopping them from going completely, I also lost my mucus plug after this. She checked my blood pressure again and told me to go to triage because it was still high and I'd had swelling for the past 2 weeks.

I get to triage worried and they run some tests, about 3 hours later they tell me that I had preeclampsia so they want to keep me over night in hopes that my blood pressure will go down and if not then on the 13th at 7pm I would be induced. Well instead, at 3am on the 13th I'm not sure what it's called but its a tablet put into your cervix🤷🏼‍♀️ and the midwife told me it wouldn't start my labour until the 14th.

Before all of this I'd been 1cm dilated for the past week so it was frustrating when at 6am in complete agony the midwife said I'm still 1cm. At 10:30am that day my mom came to the hospital, at 11am I was screaming in agony so my mom called the midwife, at this point me and my mom were hoping I'd be 4/5cm at least so I could have the epidural, to our surprise the midwife told me I was 9cm dilated at ready to push. So with just gas and air I began to push and my beautiful baby girl named Ayvaa was born at 11:44am on the 13th April 2016.

Unfortunately my heart rate began to drop after she was born and I had to have 2 blood transfusions but after a night in the hospital we were both aloud to go home 🏡

My baby girl is now 15 months old and the best thing to ever happen to me ❤️

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