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A Teenager's Journey Through Her Third Trimester

Updated on August 2, 2012

Life at my sister's apartment was not easy. Arguments flooded my thoughts. Boyfriend and I were becoming more and more distant. My family that has been barely started was coming to an end right before my very eyes. It was like a magic trick. Lets see how fast I can make this disappear. It was only a matter of time before he packed up and took off to North Carolina to live with his mom.

I was now 6 months along, and boyfriend finally called up his mom and told her what was going on. Not sure if he ever told her that I made him miserable. That we were on the verge of falling off a cliff. We never even talked about how he told his mom or what she said. The only thing he said was to make sure I eat some liver and to call and update her on my pregnancy often. I'm sure she was disappointed, like my mom. Especially since I was half way through my pregnancy.

These days the only thing I looked forward to was doctor appointments and school. One day I was getting out of bed and my stomach would tighten up and after a minute or so it would release. I did not pay to much attention to it and started getting ready for school. I took a warm shower and still this tightening come happening. Again, I continued to get ready. As I was walking out of my bathroom ready to catch my bus I told my sister as my stomach started to tighten again. I had no idea. She asked how long this was going on, and I told her. Before I knew it I was on my way to the hospital.

Once I got to the hospital the nurses asked me questions then got me into a triage; where they hooked me up to a fetal monitor to measure any contractions and the baby's heartbeat. Sure enough I was having contractions. Thankfully, they gave me a shot to help stop them and it worked. The doctor came in an told gave me a list of restrictions. This sucked. I could not go to school for 3 days.

On the plus side my boyfriend and I started talking. Talking about the baby, and picking out names. We were both hoping for a little girl since my sister had two boys.

The two of us were doing great. October 21st we celebrated our one year anniversary. In one long year we were doing pretty good. Until one morning I woke up and the tightening was back. It didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable. So once again we were on our way to the hospital. Boyfriend sat by my side. Making jokes to make me feel better and telling me everything would be fine. I loved him so much. I am sorry if I didn't say it enough, and I hope he knew it.

Again, I was put on bed rest; no school for 3 days once again. But, it was okay I hung out with the boyfriend and we had a good few days. When my bed rest was finally up he took me to the Orlando Science Center. It was great to spend an entire day together; just us no family.

At my next doctor appointment they set me up with another sonogram appointment. November 7th was the day we were going to find out what the baby was; boy or girl.

We all gathered up in the car anxious and excited. My mom, sister, boyfriend, and my little brother all waited in the waiting room. Me rocking back in forth in the chair with the over filled bladder.

There we were all in one crowded room. Me laying on the table with my belly exposed as the technician analyzed every part of my little baby. All of a sudden she stopped and smiled.

Ultrasound Tech:“Would you like to know what you are having?”

Me:“Yes! Please?”

Ultrasound Tech: “You're having a girl!”

The look on my boyfriend's face was priceless. It was the first time I could honestly see he was excited to be a father.

There was a lot that we needed still since I was already 32 ½ weeks pregnant. We had no clothes, no blankets, or toys. Come to think of it we didn't even have a car seat. Yet, neither one of us even thought of it. There was still 7 or 8 weeks left. So we talked about what we wanted and needed but we never got anything. I was just told to wait.

Thanksgiving came by quick and I got to see all my family at the Thanksgiving gathering and fill my face. For once, I was happy. Wasn't thinking about my daughter with another family. Just with me. Her mommy. I could just imagine her pretty little face.

It was a sunny afternoon in Florida and we were on our way for a family picnic. Boyfriend and I took his car and stopped to get me a bottled water at a near gas station. I honestly didn't want to go to the park. I was tired and really wanted some sleep. But, when we got to the picnic at the park I seen my family had thrown me a surprise baby shower.

There I had pretty mush everything. Blankets and toys. Clothes and children books. They even managed to get me a car seat. Maybe, we can get through this. With some help maybe we can pull this all off.

Boyfriend and I were still having some arguments but we were never to mad at each other. I knew he loved me and I loved him.

December finally hit and my belly started to drop and I was showing some early signs of labor. The problem was my due date wasn't until the 29th of December. December 3rd I was 2 centimeters dilated and a lot of Braxton Hicks Contractions. I knew I was going to have a baby soon but not within the next few days.

December 7th at 9:30pm my contractions started and they were pretty consistent. But, I was starving. My sister and boyfriend took me to a Friendly's were I had chicken fingers, fries, and ice cream. You would think that would have filled me up but it didn't I ate my sisters and boyfriends leftovers.

Then it was to the hospital. My hands were sweaty, my heart was racing. It was time! The contractions grew stronger and I wanted to go home. I got admitted into a labor and delivery room a little after midnight on December 8th. I was hooked up on an IV and the monitors to watch my contractions, and I was 5 cm dilated. The nurse came in every hour or so and would make sure I was okay. She kept asking if I wanted an epidural and I kept refusing.

There was no reason for epidural. The contractions were strong but I wasn't tossing and turning and I wasn't screaming in pain. However, I was hungry and the refused to let me eat. Well they gave me ice chips and Popsicle but that did absolutely nothing for me.

After my red Popsicle I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was 5am and they were starting me on pitocin to see if my water would break on its own. My contractions were strong and the only thing helping me through them was the Fresh Prince of Bel Air marathon on TBS. I would fill in and out of sleep until the doctor came in at 8am to break my water.

Once he broke my water I looked up at my sister and said it feels weird that is when life started to hit. I in was going to have a baby soon. My mom came in the waiting room; switching places in the waiting room, and taught my boyfriend how to breathe. Let me tell you I do not know what I would have done without the breathing technique. My sister sat in a corner crying and praying it would be okay. Before I knew it I was pushing. It didn't feel too long to be honest.

My little girl was out and into the world at 9:26am. I cried. How could I have ever even thought about letting someone else raise this perfect creature.

I was 17 years old; and didn't have an epidural. The number one reason for that was I was way to scared! A needle in the spine, yeah, no thank you!

**More to come! The Journey of a Teen With a NewBorn


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