It all started the summer of 2010. It was July and a week had past and I had not yet gotten my period. I gave it no importance and just thought it was late. It wasn't the first time it had happened. That same month of July, I remember struggling with a bad pain. It went on for a week until I actually told my mom to take me to the doctor. When I got the check up they told me I had a bladder infection, but that was all. They gave me pills to get rid of it.
A few months past after my bladder infection and I still hadn't gotten my period. I didn't think it was anything and thought everything was ok, the reason why I still gave it no importance was because I had taken a plan b pill, and it said that the pill could mess up the period cycle. Months after July past by, and during those months, I had taken more than just one plan b pill. I had access to the plan b, thanks to my school nurse; she was very open to talk to about sex. I said to myself it's just the pill that's making me miss my period. I wasn't worried but I did think a lot about the possibility that I could be pregnant. I told my boyfriend what was going on and he said everything would be ok. I googled and asked people what the symptoms of pregnancy were, I had none. If I didn't have any symptoms of pregnancy then I wasn't pregnant, but the question still was, what's wrong with me? Where is my period? My mom and my sister knew I wasn't getting my period and they asked every time they saw me if I was pregnant. I hated it when they asked; it would make me very mad. One thing I noticed about myself was that I was getting a little tummy. I thought I was just getting fat. By the month of August I thought I was getting fat so I decided to go roller blading with my sister and I had a little fall, as I fell I touched my stomach and said my baby. I tripped out and I really didn’t know what I had meant or why I said that.
Around the month of October I had a bad arm pain and mom took me to the orthopedics to get a check up and see what was wrong. They gave me x-rays and pills for when the pain got worse. My mom told me it was bad for a pregnant woman to get x-rays because the baby could possibly be born blind, it kind of worried me, but I let it go. During all the months of June till November I did horrible things: I smoked, drank a little, took x-rays, drank a diet tea because I thought I was getting fat, exercised a lot and took pills for my bladder infection and my arm.
It really wasn't clear to me if I was pregnant or not, I never did anything to really find out or to take care of myself. I had no symptoms, I just wasn't getting my period, my mom still asked me when the last time I had gotten it was, and I lied to her about it. I was kind of scared. She also asked if I had had sex with my boyfriend yet and I said no. I was shy and scared to talk to her about it. But my mom was very chill, she would always tell me, “if the time ever comes, use protection, there is a lot of things to get so you don’t end up pregnant. You have to finish high school and enjoy life before you start a family.”
It was the month of November when I decided it was time to ask someone for help. I had to find out what was going on. So I went to the school nurse who had given me the access to the plan b. I wasn't so scared or shy to talk to her. When I went up to the nurse I told her I hadn't gotten my period but I had taken about 3 or 4 pills during the past few months, and how much longer was it going to take to get my period. She said, “it doesn't take long after the pills. When was the last time you got your period?” I told her since June. She said, “Would you like me to do a pregnancy test on you?” I answered “yes.” I was very scared at the moment and just hoped and prayed to God that I wasn’t; not now I said to myself. I remember exactly after she dropped the sample of my urine onto the test it immediately came out positive.
When two people who have been together for a while and love each other they do things sometimes without thinking. That’s what happened to my partner and me. We had unprotected sex and now I was pregnant. The nurse looked at me with a face of sorrow, but also told me it would be ok, that I wasn't alone and wasn't the only one. When the nurse told me I was pregnant I had no reaction. I didn't cry or feel happy. I told her I don't believe I'm pregnant; I was and had been in denial of everything. But after a few minutes that I was talking to the nurse I started to cry, I asked myself, what am I going to do now? What will I tell my parents? What’s going to happen? I asked myself many questions. But those were the consequences when you’re not being cautious. I had no clue how far along I was. I thought it would be around three months. That same day I wasn't speaking to my boyfriend, we were mad at each other, and I felt like I had no support. I went to my cousin who I trust and told her what was going on, she cried with me, told me I had her support and that everything would be fine. The next step was telling my boyfriend and my parents. Something I didn't want to face. That same day at school I saw my boyfriend and I told him I was pregnant. I told him how I had found out. He hugged me and told me it would be ok. I had to find out how far a long I really was. The nurse had estimated that I was probably around four months.
Everyday that passed by I knew I was pregnant, I tried my best to hide it, my tummy was growing and it was getting hard for me. I felt like everyone knew and their eyes were on me. I didn't tell my mom. I waited at least three weeks to tell her. When I went home, all I did was cry, and deny the baby growing inside of me. We could say I didn't want the baby. Abortion and suicide thoughts ran through my mind.
The day finally came when I decided to tell my mom. It was a very hard moment but I felt relieved when I told her. My mom was very disappointed and angry at me. She told me she thought I was smarter than that. At first she turned her back on me and told me I didn't have her support. I always heard her crying and talking to my grandma about it. I knew I had really let her down this time. One thing my mom feared the most was how was I going to tell my dad and how he was going to take it. My sister and dad didn’t know yet. My mom wanted me to tell them myself, I wasn’t so close to my sister, and it was something I didn’t want to tell her about. I was scared of telling my dad so I decided to wait longer until I could face him. My mom’s side of the family ended up finding out and they were very supportive. One of my aunts offered to take the baby if I didn’t want it. But it was something I couldn’t do. I had my boyfriends support. Days and days kept passing by and my mom would tell me I had to tell my dad before he found out by someone else and that I had to tell my sister so I could feel supported by her. Around the last week of December I decided to tell my sister by note. It was really hard for me to tell her in person, she was really mad at me and we weren't talking to each other. Christmas and New Years were around the corner and I didn't want to ruin it so I decided to wait until the holidays passed to tell my dad. One thing was that I didn't want my mom to feel like it was her fault for giving me the freedom and trust to go out with my boyfriend. I knew it was our fault for not making the right decision. My mom kept telling me that I had to let my dad know what was going on and see what would happen from there on. In was the second week of January and my boyfriend had already told his parents the situation we were in. His parents were very supportive about everything. The dad called me the day he found out letting me know I had his support and he wanted us his son and I to live with each other. He told me I had to tell my dad and then I could move in. I was relieved knowing that I counted not just on my boyfriend’s support but also his parents. The next thing I had to do was tell my dad. A few days passed and I decided it was the time to tell my dad. I had no close relationship with him. I feared what would happen and what he would say to me. It was a Tuesday afternoon and I waited for my dad to get home from work, he ate dinner and sat down. My mom told me “go, go tell him now”. My mom and dad sat in the living room, my dad knew something was up and he kept saying just tell me now. "Dad I'm sorry but... I'm pregnant" My dad in silence got up and walked away. I knew he was mad I could tell by the look on his face. My mom said to him "wait stop, come back here we have to talk." "It’s not my fault," she said I told her many times to be careful. While my mom spoke she cried and repeated, “I told her to be careful and take care if herself”. I just sat there in silence, my mom told me to speak up and tell my dad what it was I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to keep the baby and be with the babies’ father. I didn't tell my dad how far a long I really was because he would be angrier with me. I didn't want that. Well he said, “You were going to move out someday, I just never thought it would be like this, at this age.” I told him I was going to finish school (one thing both my parents want for me.) Our conversation ended and I left to my room. The next day that my dad arrived home from work he talked to me as if nothing was wrong. I felt ashamed and still scared to be around him and talking to him. That same day I told my boyfriend the news that I had already told my dad. My boyfriend and I both agreed that our parents should meet up and talk about what would happen next. I told my parents and my mom said, “yea that's fine how about if they come on Thursday?” Well we all arranged the day and time we would all sit down and talk. On Thursday, a few hours before my boyfriend and family came over to my house, both my parents sat me down and my dad asked me if I was sure I wanted this. To move in with my boyfriend. I said yes that I wanted to be with him but I also asked that if anything ever happened between my boyfriend and I could I count on them, and were the doors of the house still open for me? My dad said yes you know this is your house. I felt relieved knowing that even though I had let my parents down I had them to count on. It was seven at night and we waited for my boyfriend and his parents, I felt nervous. What will they talk about I asked myself, will they get along. It was the first time they met each other and the first time my dad actually met my boyfriend too.
They arrived and we all sat down in the living room. Our parents spoke and his parents said they supported u and that I could come live with them, which they thought, was best, we wouldn't have to pay rent or utilities. They would also support me to finish high school. My parents were glad that my mother and father in law were supportive and very nice; my parents could tell they liked me and appreciated me. From then on my parents told me it was up to me whether or not I moved in with my boyfriend. In one way I knew it would be best to go live with him but in another I didn't want to leave my family, my mom the most. My mom told me to go ahead to not worry about her, that I should try making a family with him. Two weeks passed and I finally moved in with my boyfriend. It was something very hard and touching for me, it took me a while to get use to the new home and family.
That same week I had moved in I had another ultrasound appointment. I was going to find out my babies gender. We were all excited and I was very happy that my mom and sister came along with us. I was very happy to find out it was a boy we were having, a blessing from God my boyfriend and I both wanted a boy.
I had already spent a month living with my boyfriend and there was one more month to go. It was time for a baby shower. My mom and my mother in law decided it would be at my mothers house, they would both cook something. They would both invite friends and try to make it a good time. It was February 19 and my baby shower was planned, for five. It was 4:00 and my mother, sister in law and I headed over to my moms home. When we arrived at my moms it was decorated lovely, I loved it. Five was just around the corner, people started arriving. Lots of people came and brought lots of presents. I had tons of fun and the baby shower was a success. We got a lot of things we pretty much had everything we needed. A few weeks more until my due date (march 15) my pregnancy had been the shortest ever, my boyfriend and I agreed.
It was March 6 of 2011 and my boyfriend and I went for a walk in the park, I felt great; one more week to go and I'll get to see my baby. We went home from the walk, ate a little, and took a shower and got ready to go over to a friends’ house. We arrived to our friend’s house over in Rifle. We ate some yummy chicken. After dinner I decided to go and sit down on the couch. As I sat on the couch I felt an urge to go to the bathroom so I got up. As I got up water ran down from my vagina to my thighs. What's going on I asked myself? I let it go. I didn't tell anyone what was going on and I sat back down again. I felt more water running down and a bad-pinching pain in my part. I decided to tell my boyfriend what was going on and he told me to tell his sister. I was sort of shy to tell her I peed on my pants. But a few minutes later I told her, is it time. Well we decided to leave and head for the hospital up at Aspen. That's where I wanted to deliver. My contractions were coming in pretty fast; they were just three minutes apart. We tried our best to get to the hospital as soon as possible. The pain was horrible and I couldn't help it. We speed our way through Rifle to Glenwood and we got pulled over. The police let us go. We told the police I was on my way to give birth and he let us go. I called my mom on the way letting her know what was going on, she would meet us over at the hospital, along with my boyfriend’s parents. By the time we arrived at the hospital I was very impatient and I wanted my mom. I called her again. It was 11:50 when I called her; the nurse told me to lay down and was going to check the baby’s heart rate and my contractions. My mom arrived later with my mother and father in law. I was glad to have their support. The nurses checked me and I was only three centimeter dilated. I just couldn’t help the pain it was horrible. I couldn't do it any more. I yelled and yelled and breathed in and out. About 30 minutes past and the nurses checked my cervix and it was opened 10 centimeters already. Damn it went by fast, the nurse pulled the blanket down from my legs and the baby’s head was already out. The doctor wasn't there yet and the nurses had to do it all. I pushed two times and the baby popped out, it was12: 43 on March 6, 2011, my baby boy Isaac was born. When they put him in my arms I smiled with joy. I finally got to see him and hold him. A baby I didn't desire, now I loved with all my heart, my treasure my life. I was relieved to have had my baby everybody was happy and congratulated me. Now I'm just living the life of a mother.
The ounce book is a journey book about your baby, in the book your babies development. You write down the things they do and how they do it. You do an ounce book every four months. For ex: my bay is now eight months but i started the book since he was four months. The ounce book tells you the things they should be down and you write and read to check if they are doing the things in like that you can see if your babies development is right on track.