"Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.” -William Macneile Dixon
I froze when they told me I was pregnant. I never thought I would get pregnant at a young age. I was in denial for 29 weeks, and it only takes 40 weeks to give birth to a full term baby, but it seemed like I was only 6 weeks pregnant. Having my son was a blessing and it has definitely changed me into a much better person.
I was barely starting my sophomore year at Roaring Fork High School. I had no idea I was already pregnant. School was okay. I played sports, took P.E classes, and all kinds of things. I felt really normal. I never really had any symptoms of pregnancy, but I knew that I still hadn’t gotten my period. I was not really worried yet I had skipped my period before and I thought it was normal, so I ignored it. I remember asking my baby daddy what he would do if I got pregnant and I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he kind of told me he would be there and help. He kept asking me to take a pregnancy test because he was worried, but I didn’t because I was too scared to find out that I was pregnant. After a few months he quit asking me because I told him that I had gone to the clinic to get checked and that I wasn’t pregnant. Luiz and I had a lot of problems and things weren’t really working out anymore, so we decided to break up. It was very sad to let go of him because we had been together for about three years. I had a lot of emotions at the time and I was very depressed, mad and stressed.
It was already New Years and my mom was acting kind of weird. Most days she was happy, but she was also very sad, and worried. It was all because she was “tired of being” here supposedly. I remember she used to tell us that she missed her mom and family and that she wanted to go back to Mexico. By the second week of January my mom received a phone call from one of my aunts from Mexico telling her that my grandma was really sick, and that she wanted to see my mom for the last time because she felt like she was going to die. My mom was shocked and scared so she decided to leave. She left by the third week of January and it was very sad. I was mad at her for leaving my dad and I, but I didn’t say anything to her. I remember the day we took her to the airport. It was pretty much one of the worst days; because I was letting go of my mom for the first time and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to see her for a long time. She left to Mexico not knowing that I was pregnant.
By February of 2011 I was feeling a little weird. I wasn’t eating right I had mood swings almost every day and worst of all my ribs were hurting badly. I had a strange pain in my stomach, my ribs were killing me, I couldn’t even sit at times, I literally had to stop what I was doing to walk around and calm myself. I didn’t want to tell my dad because I didn’t want him to worry he had enough problems already. I did tell my friends that I was having some random pain and that I was thinking it was my appendix or something serious. I remember one of my friends told me to check myself out because she was worried. That same day my dad and I went over to my aunts and she noticed that I wasn’t eating. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I didn’t feel good. She asked me if I was in pain and I told her that my ribs were hurting and I pointed to where it was hurting. I remember she asked me to stand up and line my elbow next to my stomach, and I did. She looked worried and she told me that I probably had a problem with my appendix. That’s when my dad started worrying. The very next day, my dad called Mountain Family to make an appointment for me.
February 18, 2011, I remember this date because that’s the day when I found out for certain that I was pregnant. That was the day when I went to Mountain Family for my appointment. I was so nervous when we got there. I was sitting in a room with my dad waiting for the Dr. She took forever and my dad was getting impatient. When she finally got there, she started asking me questions then she asked me to lie on the bed. She started touching my stomach and bam she said, “We have a baby!” My dad was distracted so he didn’t hear her. I remember squeezing her hand so hard, I started panicking. She asked me to take a urine sample for a pregnancy test and I did. I was in the room with my dad waiting for her to come back with the results. When she finally came back she asked my dad to leave the room. She then told me that I was pregnant and that was it for me. I started crying, shaking not knowing what to do, what to say. She kept talking to me and she told me that I only had two options, to either have the baby and keep it or give him up for adoption. I didn’t know what to say. I was just crying! I had so much in my mind. She asked two other nurses to come on and talk to me. One of them asked me when was the last time I got my period and I told her that it was in August of 2010. She used this pregnancy calendar and she told me that I was 29 weeks pregnant and that I was due May 22, 2011.
They asked me if I wanted them to tell my dad that I was pregnant or if I wanted to tell him. I didn’t want him to find out that was I pregnant because I was very scared. I told them that I would tell him on the weekend. We left home and I told my dad that they would give him my exam results next week. But I knew that I had to tell him the truth. I remember that I kept thinking how to tell him that I was pregnant, but I just couldn’t. It was too hard for me. I had the worst weekend ever because I was scared and I didn’t know what his reaction would be. I waited until the week after to let the nurse tell him.
The day finally arrived and we went to the clinic. We were waiting in that same room in an awkward silence and once again I was very scared. When the Dr. walked in my heart started beating harder and harder each time. She said, “Okay, how are you felling?” I said I was good, but I wasn’t. Then she said, “I have the results!” “She has a swollen kidney and she is very pregnant!” I remember my dads face. Tears started running down his face and he had that look. A very sad/disappointed look in his face. He cried for a little and then he whipped his tears and took a pen and paper from the desk and asked the nurse how far along I was and when I was due. He had the best reaction ever I cannot believe that he didn’t get mad or anything he was just very supportive.
The days passed and in May 16, 2011 I went to school and had a normal day. After school I went home and I was feeling very tired. At about 9:00pm I was sitting at the table with my dad eating. It was getting late so I stood up to go to my room. As soon as I stood up, my water broke. It was so weird it felt as if someone dropped a bucket of water on my pants. I panicked out and left to my room. I changed my cloth and I went back to kitchen to ask my dad to take me to the hospital because my water had broken. He stood up right away and ran downstairs to turn on the car. When we were on our way to the hospital I texted Luiz, (we weren’t dating at the time.) I told him that my water had broken and that I was on my way to hospital. All he said was, “where are you?” I told him that I was leaving my house. He asked me if I wanted him to go to the hospital and I told him that he could go if he wanted, but that my dad was going to be mad if he went. So he didn’t show up and it was very upsetting. When we got to the hospital they asked me to change into a gown. It was about 11:00pm and I had no contractions at all.
They told me that they were going to induce me at about 1:00am if I still had no contractions. Time was passing by, and I was anxious, excited and most of all scared! I was laying down watching T.V with my dad my sister and her husband. I was very tired, but I couldn’t sleep. The nurse came in and started the inducing procedure. When I started getting contractions I thought I would be fine because they weren’t that bad. At about 2:00am I asked the nurse for an epidural because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t handle it. They gave me some paperwork for the epidural and when I was almost done with it another nurse came in. She said that they couldn’t give me the epidural at that time because the only Dr. who procedures it had an emergency C-section. I waited another five hours with strong contractions. I felt like I was going to die, I was in so much pain. All I could think of was about what was about to happen and I kept wondering if my baby’s dad was going to show up. At about 7:45am the epidural guy came in and started getting ready to inject the epidural.
May 17, 2011 at 8:14am I gave birth to the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful baby boy. After a long restless night he finally arrived. He was a very small baby, his weight was 5.11lbs and he was 19in long. That same day at night, Luiz came over to the hospital to see him. I stayed a week in the hospital after having him because he had a few problems after he was born. He had low sugar on the first day, so he had to be in separate room connected to machines. The next day he had an APNIA, which means babies forget to breath. On the third day he had jaundice, which means their skin turns yellow. He was much better by fourth day and we were almost ready to go home. They had to check his heart rate while he was on his car seat to see if he would be able to leave. He failed, but we still got released, he had an oxygen mask though. This was a once in a life experience that I will defiantly never forget I was blessed with my son, and I couldn’t be happier. He is the love of my life and I want to be the best parent I can be for him to make sure he has a very successful life that he will enjoy!
I froze when they told me I was pregnant. I never thought I would get pregnant at a young age. I was in denial for 29 weeks, and it only takes 40 weeks to give birth to a full term baby, but it seemed like I was only 6 weeks pregnant. Having my son was a blessing and it has definitely changed me into a much better person.
I was barely starting my sophomore year at Roaring Fork High School. I had no idea I was already pregnant. School was okay. I played sports, took P.E classes, and all kinds of things. I felt really normal. I never really had any symptoms of pregnancy, but I knew that I still hadn’t gotten my period. I was not really worried yet I had skipped my period before and I thought it was normal, so I ignored it. I remember asking my baby daddy what he would do if I got pregnant and I don’t remember exactly what he said, but he kind of told me he would be there and help. He kept asking me to take a pregnancy test because he was worried, but I didn’t because I was too scared to find out that I was pregnant. After a few months he quit asking me because I told him that I had gone to the clinic to get checked and that I wasn’t pregnant. Luiz and I had a lot of problems and things weren’t really working out anymore, so we decided to break up. It was very sad to let go of him because we had been together for about three years. I had a lot of emotions at the time and I was very depressed, mad and stressed.
It was already New Years and my mom was acting kind of weird. Most days she was happy, but she was also very sad, and worried. It was all because she was “tired of being” here supposedly. I remember she used to tell us that she missed her mom and family and that she wanted to go back to Mexico. By the second week of January my mom received a phone call from one of my aunts from Mexico telling her that my grandma was really sick, and that she wanted to see my mom for the last time because she felt like she was going to die. My mom was shocked and scared so she decided to leave. She left by the third week of January and it was very sad. I was mad at her for leaving my dad and I, but I didn’t say anything to her. I remember the day we took her to the airport. It was pretty much one of the worst days; because I was letting go of my mom for the first time and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to see her for a long time. She left to Mexico not knowing that I was pregnant.
By February of 2011 I was feeling a little weird. I wasn’t eating right I had mood swings almost every day and worst of all my ribs were hurting badly. I had a strange pain in my stomach, my ribs were killing me, I couldn’t even sit at times, I literally had to stop what I was doing to walk around and calm myself. I didn’t want to tell my dad because I didn’t want him to worry he had enough problems already. I did tell my friends that I was having some random pain and that I was thinking it was my appendix or something serious. I remember one of my friends told me to check myself out because she was worried. That same day my dad and I went over to my aunts and she noticed that I wasn’t eating. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I didn’t feel good. She asked me if I was in pain and I told her that my ribs were hurting and I pointed to where it was hurting. I remember she asked me to stand up and line my elbow next to my stomach, and I did. She looked worried and she told me that I probably had a problem with my appendix. That’s when my dad started worrying. The very next day, my dad called Mountain Family to make an appointment for me.
February 18, 2011, I remember this date because that’s the day when I found out for certain that I was pregnant. That was the day when I went to Mountain Family for my appointment. I was so nervous when we got there. I was sitting in a room with my dad waiting for the Dr. She took forever and my dad was getting impatient. When she finally got there, she started asking me questions then she asked me to lie on the bed. She started touching my stomach and bam she said, “We have a baby!” My dad was distracted so he didn’t hear her. I remember squeezing her hand so hard, I started panicking. She asked me to take a urine sample for a pregnancy test and I did. I was in the room with my dad waiting for her to come back with the results. When she finally came back she asked my dad to leave the room. She then told me that I was pregnant and that was it for me. I started crying, shaking not knowing what to do, what to say. She kept talking to me and she told me that I only had two options, to either have the baby and keep it or give him up for adoption. I didn’t know what to say. I was just crying! I had so much in my mind. She asked two other nurses to come on and talk to me. One of them asked me when was the last time I got my period and I told her that it was in August of 2010. She used this pregnancy calendar and she told me that I was 29 weeks pregnant and that I was due May 22, 2011.
They asked me if I wanted them to tell my dad that I was pregnant or if I wanted to tell him. I didn’t want him to find out that was I pregnant because I was very scared. I told them that I would tell him on the weekend. We left home and I told my dad that they would give him my exam results next week. But I knew that I had to tell him the truth. I remember that I kept thinking how to tell him that I was pregnant, but I just couldn’t. It was too hard for me. I had the worst weekend ever because I was scared and I didn’t know what his reaction would be. I waited until the week after to let the nurse tell him.
The day finally arrived and we went to the clinic. We were waiting in that same room in an awkward silence and once again I was very scared. When the Dr. walked in my heart started beating harder and harder each time. She said, “Okay, how are you felling?” I said I was good, but I wasn’t. Then she said, “I have the results!” “She has a swollen kidney and she is very pregnant!” I remember my dads face. Tears started running down his face and he had that look. A very sad/disappointed look in his face. He cried for a little and then he whipped his tears and took a pen and paper from the desk and asked the nurse how far along I was and when I was due. He had the best reaction ever I cannot believe that he didn’t get mad or anything he was just very supportive.
The days passed and in May 16, 2011 I went to school and had a normal day. After school I went home and I was feeling very tired. At about 9:00pm I was sitting at the table with my dad eating. It was getting late so I stood up to go to my room. As soon as I stood up, my water broke. It was so weird it felt as if someone dropped a bucket of water on my pants. I panicked out and left to my room. I changed my cloth and I went back to kitchen to ask my dad to take me to the hospital because my water had broken. He stood up right away and ran downstairs to turn on the car. When we were on our way to the hospital I texted Luiz, (we weren’t dating at the time.) I told him that my water had broken and that I was on my way to hospital. All he said was, “where are you?” I told him that I was leaving my house. He asked me if I wanted him to go to the hospital and I told him that he could go if he wanted, but that my dad was going to be mad if he went. So he didn’t show up and it was very upsetting. When we got to the hospital they asked me to change into a gown. It was about 11:00pm and I had no contractions at all.
They told me that they were going to induce me at about 1:00am if I still had no contractions. Time was passing by, and I was anxious, excited and most of all scared! I was laying down watching T.V with my dad my sister and her husband. I was very tired, but I couldn’t sleep. The nurse came in and started the inducing procedure. When I started getting contractions I thought I would be fine because they weren’t that bad. At about 2:00am I asked the nurse for an epidural because I was in so much pain, I couldn’t handle it. They gave me some paperwork for the epidural and when I was almost done with it another nurse came in. She said that they couldn’t give me the epidural at that time because the only Dr. who procedures it had an emergency C-section. I waited another five hours with strong contractions. I felt like I was going to die, I was in so much pain. All I could think of was about what was about to happen and I kept wondering if my baby’s dad was going to show up. At about 7:45am the epidural guy came in and started getting ready to inject the epidural.
May 17, 2011 at 8:14am I gave birth to the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful baby boy. After a long restless night he finally arrived. He was a very small baby, his weight was 5.11lbs and he was 19in long. That same day at night, Luiz came over to the hospital to see him. I stayed a week in the hospital after having him because he had a few problems after he was born. He had low sugar on the first day, so he had to be in separate room connected to machines. The next day he had an APNIA, which means babies forget to breath. On the third day he had jaundice, which means their skin turns yellow. He was much better by fourth day and we were almost ready to go home. They had to check his heart rate while he was on his car seat to see if he would be able to leave. He failed, but we still got released, he had an oxygen mask though. This was a once in a life experience that I will defiantly never forget I was blessed with my son, and I couldn’t be happier. He is the love of my life and I want to be the best parent I can be for him to make sure he has a very successful life that he will enjoy!