My First Year Of My Pregnancy

I had prepared everything for the arrival of the baby, including clothes, diapers, bottles and toys. I even finished high school a year early I wanted to be able to spend as much time with the baby as possible. I wanted to get her used to being around me and comfortable with her new surroundings, I wanted to be as prepared as I could possibly be. Finally, the day I could bring my baby came home. I couldn’t even sleep due to all the excitement and happiness I felt. As I drove to Mexicali, Baja California, the six hour drive seemed to go on forever. I was terrified that the baby wouldn’t like

One of my friends in high school got pregnant in her sophomore year. She and the father decided to keep the baby, got married and just celebrated their 10th anniversary. They both finished college and have good jobs now. It just goes to show that people can overcome teen pregnancy and become successful parents.

One day while walking through Frankenmuth, my mother had a gut feeling that she was expecting. When my parents returned home from the day’s festivities my mom snuck away to take a pregnancy test, which confirmed she was in fact pregnant. According to my dad, he was surprised and very excited to be expecting. My parents had long been trying to start their family but had suffered a miscarriage 8 weeks into their first pregnancy. Due to the prior miscarriage, my parents decided to use caution and wait until they made it through the first trimester to share the news with friends and family. My mother went on to explain that pregnancy changed everything for her from her diet to her daily activities. Both of my parents

Finding out about my pregnancy was a huge shock to me. It likely that among five young adult, three are likely to have unplanned pregnancy which is my situation. The semester already started before I realize that I was pregnant. And never believe that I was pregnant. This was my first pregnancy, and going through morning sickness was not an exciting stage in my life. I was living at the school dorm in Gainesville, but also transit to Dallas, Tx for my appointment. The father of my baby showed less concern

I was sure that we would be sent home to labor more at home, but my husband insisted that we pack my "go" bag just in case. Thank God he did! After talking to the midwife a bit and my water breaking fully, it was time to check my blood pressure. This is the moment that my birth plan fell apart. My blood pressure was 180/101. Not only was my blood pressure dangerously high, I had to be transferred to Vanderbilt Medical Center immediately. I was devastated. I wanted my birthing tub and my midwife and my plan. I've never cussed or cried in front of or at sweeter people than I did in that

It was a gorgeous, warm day, and I was scheduled to be induced at 8pm. My husband had decided to spend the day at home with me, and it was both lovely and surreal. We sat on the porch in the sunlight and drank beer. I propped my feet up on the concrete wall and we watched trucks pull in and out of the Devon Market receiving area. We may have talked . . . or perhaps not much. All I can remember is sitting in the glow of the afternoon sun with that strange feeling of “my life is about to change forever” surrounding me like a cloud.I kept hoping I’d go into labor naturally, but even though there had been a few evenings with patterns of contractions, they died out after an hour or so. Time was running out, and I had tried all the methods of natural induction I could think of (except for acupuncture and membrane stripping). Pressure points on the heels and wrists, using a breast pump, sex, spicy food, and long walks home from my appointments at Swedish Covenant Hospital, where they were monitoring my baby with nonstress tests since I was overdue. But nothing seemed to kick labor into gear.

My aunt did not accept me leaving college. Not even a month later, I received the most shocking news of my life “YOU’RE PREGNANT”. So many emotions hit me all at once. Immediately we told his parents, shockingly I got no negativity from his family. It didn’t take my

When I was 17 I found out that I was pregnant with my son Tyrese it was a really shocking moment for me .when I had my son and when I held him for the first time I knew I couldn’t give up on school because my mother motivated me to stay in school when I thought I couldn’t do it but it’s not just about me because I have to make a better life situation for him and for me as an young adult.

Fall of 2016 started off with football games, getting accepted to UA’s New College Life Track program, and I finding out that I was pregnant. Even though my boyfriend John, and I are not married we were still excited and ready for this new chapter in our lives. Living with endometriosis it is very hard if at all possible to get pregnant. We were in shock. Everything was normal with my body and I had been taking my birth control reguraly. There was no thought of being preganent I felt a little strange like something was off but I wasn’t feeling sick. Once I went to the doctor they told me I was six weeks preganent. Again, we were surprised but but happy for this new adventure. A few months passed and we went for an update, by then I was at

Hell that whole Saturday going into the night was terrible. The hubby was keeping count of each contraction and they were close and coming fast but the doctors said to tough it out until I couldn't walk or talk, I already felt like I was at that point but boy was I wrong. I kept waking up every five minutes just moaning and groaning in agonizing pain and babe was right next to me trying to be supportive but I knew he was stressed and exhausted. I kept getting up and going to the bathroom to squat and walk around, being on my feet made it a little bearable but I was so tired I just wanted to lay down and sleep. At 2am l called my doctor and explain to her what was going on but again they told me to stay hydrated and keep count I hung up frustrated and helpless. It was now 4am and I absolutely could not take it anymore I could not stop crying and I just wanted the pain to go away we decided to go to the

The contractions started to get so bad I cried as each one came and the gas wasn't helping anymore. I didn't want anyone touching me except hubby. I was leaning on him and squeezing the life out of his hand. He was my rock and was getting me through this, he was the only one I wanted by my side. The pain began getting so bad my vision blurred and I developed a massive headache. Tired and in such agony I was fading in and out of consciousness. My guts felt like they were being turned and twisted, I started vomiting and I couldn't stop. I wanted it all to end and I wanted her out of me! I begged Diane to make it stop, I couldn't breathe because of how excruciating it was. I screamed at her to get me the epidural and I screamed for everyone to get out of the effin room! (I was starting to become the monster I didn't want to be lol). I was clutching babes arm, begging him to make it go away. Diane called for the anesthesiologist. I had at least 5 horrendous contractions before he actually got there. I was getting more anxious and pissed off. I started screaming for them to get here now but they couldn't find him. Poor Diane felt so bad for me she was running around trying to figure out where he was. She decided to take matters into her own hands and give me another form of pain relief. It was a shot that she had to give me on my butt! Whatever took the pain

At the age of 16 years, I remember I have always said to my friends and family I want to start my own family by the age of 21 and as fate would have it or one might say its just a cliché, I was pregnant with my first baby at the age 21 years. With no idea of what is to come during those nice months I was pregnant, and especially the anticipation of labour and what it would be like, how to go about, if any difficulties may happen and so many thoughts was running through my minds during those months of pregnancy and these thoughts gets even intense as I approached my expectant due date (EDD). I had to put my faith and trust in the professional care and advice I was offered by healthcare teams, most especially the midwives that were of assistance

I changed from a youth to an adult when I found out that I was pregnant and going to be a mom. My first reaction to being pregnant frighten me so I only told my best friend Chasity. When I went to school and out in public I made sure to wear my big hoodie so, no one could tell that I was gaining weight. Being pregnant changed the way my time was spent with my friends. I had to stay home most of the time while my friends went out to parties. I learn that I couldn’t no longer do the things I were doing before n I got pregnant. I stopped playing volleyball on the court and just kept score in the book. I stayed home and prepared myself to becoming a mom. I put school first and made sure that I gradate, because I was in the eleventh grade. On my

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.