THAT WAS HOW I GOT PREGNANT- by airclinic steemit contest...

in #airclinic6 years ago (edited)

I am Sarah Coleman here is a tale of how I got pregnant at the age of 16.
I grew up in a rich and lovely family of three girls and a boy, by which I was the last child of the family. My dad was not just a business tycoon but also working in a big firm as a supervisor, and my mom was not just a house wife, she had a big mall built for her by my dad things all went well with our family not until the devil came in.

We hadn't even been together for five months when I began to feel really odd. I hadn't missed any periods and didn't think anything of the fact I had been getting sent home from school all the time for feeling sick. I was not even half-way through Year 9. I began a downhill spiral and was hardly even going to school when my father decided that it was just because of mum and his separation. I was sent to see the school councillor on a weekly basis. This didn't help my attendance at school in any way.

One day my brother and his girlfriend (now married with a beautiful daughter, and another on the way) came to stay with my dad and me. My brother’s girlfriend noticed how I was and threw two home pregnancy tests at me. Hesitantly I took one of the pregnancy tests. One very dragging three minute wait later and there it was. One dark pink line and another very, very faint line also. My first reaction was 'oh no!' I took the other test and hell no another positive test.

My brother and his girlfriend drove me around to the emergency doctor’s clinic near where we lived. A pee in a cup and another test later and the doctor said “you aren't pregnant.” Thank God. But ab Yout a month later I had missed a period. My brother’s girlfriend walked in on me crying in my room and said “maybe the doctor’s test didn't detect it because you were too early?” I couldn't help but think maybe she was right.

So I made an appointment at my regular GP for the next day. When I walked in I was petrified. I opted to get a blood test done just to make sure. Three days later my brother drove me to the doctor’s and came into my appointment with me. There it was sitting right in front of my brother and me. I was pregnant – 8 to 12 weeks as my blood results showed. In the car on the way back home my brother and I rang my dad and told him. He didn't take the news well at all. He thought I was messing with him until my brother confirmed it.

First Ultrasound
My dad came with me to my dating scan. I was 11+4 days. I will never forget it. On the way home he started yelling at me until I broke down, telling me that I was an idiot and that I should get an abortion. My son’s father came around with his mum and step-dad. We sat down and spoke about everything.

My boyfriend and I had decided we were going to keep the baby. I was against abortions and so was he. Sitting on the lounge at my house he rubbed my stomach and told me that he loved me and our baby and no matter what he always will. My father reacted the worst out of all the parents, but in the end he was the most supportive. He grew to accept and love the fact that I was carrying and blessing him with his first grandchild.

What about me?
I am now in a very happy relationship. I am engaged and happy to say my fiancé and I are expecting our first baby together in December 2015. My partner has a son that is just four days older then Jake who he has full custody of. I have never been happier but it wasn't always fun and games. I lost a lot of friends when I fell pregnant and I still don't talk to many people. School was never easy either. I got a lot of criticism but I wouldn't change a thing even if I could.

It is hard to be a young mum and go to school. I stopped going at 6 months pregnant and would leave Jake with my step-mum while I went to school to finish Year 10. In January this year I put Jake in childcare for the first time. I have returned to school and my partner and I live on our own just 15 minutes from my mum and 30 minutes from my dad.

It is hard sometimes but there is always light at the end of the tunnel and seeing Jake running around the house as a happy toddler reminds me to stay strong. I am half way through Year 11 and look forward to finishing high school so I can spend more time with both of my children. It’s not easy and it isn't something you should do purposely. Make sure you are ready. Know the consequences and if you are expecting then please do not expect it to be perfect. There is no such thing.