Wednesday May 10 2006.
As I left home for school that morning I had a slight idea of what the day ahead would bring.
For 4 weeks beforehand I couldn't for the life of me think when my last period had been.
I was simply in denial.Taking the test while at school felt like my only option, what would my family think?
Walking into the toilets that day, I knew what the result would be, but nothing could confirm what I feared most, more than those two little pink lines.
I was absolutely petrified; I cannot even begin to explain the rush of emotions accelerating through my body that day.
Yes, I was sixteen and pregnant.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wallowing in self pity; I couldn't get out of this one.I had told my now fiancé and he had become very silent toward me; he was the least of my worries.
Most of all I was worried about telling my dad, a very strong willed man that expected so much from me.
I'm not going to lie, I did consider abortion for a very brief time, although by the time it came time to tell my dear father that he was going to be a grandfather the rest of my immediate family supported John and I in deciding that we would in fact keep our baby.
So D-day came, I had to tell my dad.I sat on the lounge next to my mother hiding in any way possible, whilst this baby did back flips in my stomach, feeling like I would throw up any minute.The wounded look of absolute disappointment that crossed my father’s face that day will be an image I will never ever forget, not in a life time. Arrangements were made for me to see my GP and also a counsellor in attempt to maybe change my mind?
I have to laugh now when I look back on this.
My dad takes me to my GP whom I had been seeing since I was 2 years old and tells him I'm pregnant, well didn’t his face D-R-O-P.
I was given pamphlets upon pamphlets on abortion amazingly nothing was ever mentioned about adoption or any other options that I may have been interested in?
My father was adamant that this baby would not be.
The following week I attended my very first counselling session with a very lovely and kind older lady that spoke to both my dad and I about.. well everything.After 4 sessions she was not changing my mind and I no longer wanted to talk about the ‘possibility’ of not having my baby. I finally had the strength to stand up against my dad and let him know that whether he liked it or not he was indeed going to be a grandfather.
So from here on I sucked it up and got on with it – pregnant.
I was more than half way through year 11 and it seemed that this pregnancy would work in with my schooling which I wanted more than anything i would be due to have my baby as school finished and would then go back to school when i felt able.
Pregnant and all I carried on with my life I kept my part time job at a local take away shop and attended school right up until just 4 weeks before my due date (06-01-07). Whilst also getting very clucky, lay-bying and buying for our much awaited baby!
At this point I was well and truly over being pregnant, in the last few weeks of my otherwise very easy pregnancy I started to have trouble with my blood pressure, so daily doctor visits it was.
Whilst getting very anxious and nervous about what was ahead of me my family defininatly made me feel worse some days making comments like “not long now you have dropped alot” not exactly what I wanted to hear, I was absolutely petrified of what was ahead of me!
On the 20th December 2006, we moved into a bigger house with my mum and started to set up ready for baby, Christmas came and went along with the new year, I brought 2007 in playing monopoly and sneezing like a trooper due to hay fever-not cool, the 6th of January, yes you guessed it, also came and went.
On the morning of the 8th January I awake to three very intense Braxton hicks. I knew that my baby was not far away as I endured quiet a few niggles during the day. The following day I had what was to be my last ante-natal appointment, I truly believe that I was already on my way. My doctor confirmed that yes I was infact 4cm dilated (yeeeha!) and helped me along by doing a ‘membrane sweep’ and sending me on my way with orders to grace the hospital for one last ultrasound to make sure my babe was still surrounded by enough amniotic fluid.
We decided that we would drop by home and fill my family in on the news grab and drink and then be on our way, doing just that 20 minutes later we were on our way to the hospital.By 40 weeks, 2 days I was absolutely huge! So here’s me, a beached whale waddling into the emergency dept to undergo my last ultrasound, everything was fine baby was fine, enough fluid and the nurse says “we’ll see you in a few days” excitement and fear overwhelmed me and my heart took off like a race horse, only double speed.
I didn’t even get out of the emergency dept and it all started, mild but regular contractions over took my body for the rest of the day.
Too catch the end of my well awaited birth story, stay tuned ;)
As I left home for school that morning I had a slight idea of what the day ahead would bring.
For 4 weeks beforehand I couldn't for the life of me think when my last period had been.
I was simply in denial.Taking the test while at school felt like my only option, what would my family think?
Walking into the toilets that day, I knew what the result would be, but nothing could confirm what I feared most, more than those two little pink lines.
I was absolutely petrified; I cannot even begin to explain the rush of emotions accelerating through my body that day.
Yes, I was sixteen and pregnant.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wallowing in self pity; I couldn't get out of this one.I had told my now fiancé and he had become very silent toward me; he was the least of my worries.
Most of all I was worried about telling my dad, a very strong willed man that expected so much from me.
I'm not going to lie, I did consider abortion for a very brief time, although by the time it came time to tell my dear father that he was going to be a grandfather the rest of my immediate family supported John and I in deciding that we would in fact keep our baby.
So D-day came, I had to tell my dad.I sat on the lounge next to my mother hiding in any way possible, whilst this baby did back flips in my stomach, feeling like I would throw up any minute.The wounded look of absolute disappointment that crossed my father’s face that day will be an image I will never ever forget, not in a life time. Arrangements were made for me to see my GP and also a counsellor in attempt to maybe change my mind?
I have to laugh now when I look back on this.
My dad takes me to my GP whom I had been seeing since I was 2 years old and tells him I'm pregnant, well didn’t his face D-R-O-P.
I was given pamphlets upon pamphlets on abortion amazingly nothing was ever mentioned about adoption or any other options that I may have been interested in?
My father was adamant that this baby would not be.
The following week I attended my very first counselling session with a very lovely and kind older lady that spoke to both my dad and I about.. well everything.After 4 sessions she was not changing my mind and I no longer wanted to talk about the ‘possibility’ of not having my baby. I finally had the strength to stand up against my dad and let him know that whether he liked it or not he was indeed going to be a grandfather.
So from here on I sucked it up and got on with it – pregnant.
I was more than half way through year 11 and it seemed that this pregnancy would work in with my schooling which I wanted more than anything i would be due to have my baby as school finished and would then go back to school when i felt able.
Pregnant and all I carried on with my life I kept my part time job at a local take away shop and attended school right up until just 4 weeks before my due date (06-01-07). Whilst also getting very clucky, lay-bying and buying for our much awaited baby!
At this point I was well and truly over being pregnant, in the last few weeks of my otherwise very easy pregnancy I started to have trouble with my blood pressure, so daily doctor visits it was.
Whilst getting very anxious and nervous about what was ahead of me my family defininatly made me feel worse some days making comments like “not long now you have dropped alot” not exactly what I wanted to hear, I was absolutely petrified of what was ahead of me!
On the 20th December 2006, we moved into a bigger house with my mum and started to set up ready for baby, Christmas came and went along with the new year, I brought 2007 in playing monopoly and sneezing like a trooper due to hay fever-not cool, the 6th of January, yes you guessed it, also came and went.
On the morning of the 8th January I awake to three very intense Braxton hicks. I knew that my baby was not far away as I endured quiet a few niggles during the day. The following day I had what was to be my last ante-natal appointment, I truly believe that I was already on my way. My doctor confirmed that yes I was infact 4cm dilated (yeeeha!) and helped me along by doing a ‘membrane sweep’ and sending me on my way with orders to grace the hospital for one last ultrasound to make sure my babe was still surrounded by enough amniotic fluid.
We decided that we would drop by home and fill my family in on the news grab and drink and then be on our way, doing just that 20 minutes later we were on our way to the hospital.By 40 weeks, 2 days I was absolutely huge! So here’s me, a beached whale waddling into the emergency dept to undergo my last ultrasound, everything was fine baby was fine, enough fluid and the nurse says “we’ll see you in a few days” excitement and fear overwhelmed me and my heart took off like a race horse, only double speed.
I didn’t even get out of the emergency dept and it all started, mild but regular contractions over took my body for the rest of the day.
Too catch the end of my well awaited birth story, stay tuned ;)
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