MY TEENAGED PREGNANCY STORY

Hello Steemians. I just want to share a very sensitive story of mine. It is about my teenage pregnancy. I hope all of you will learn some lessons from my story. So here it goes.

At the age of 14, I got pregnant. I really do not know what to feel back then. It is full of mixed emotions. I'm shocked, happy and scared at the same time.

Before I knew that I was pregnant, I'm already feeling some symptoms of pregnancy. Like feeling lazy, tired and hungry all the time. But I ignored all of that. Because I was thinking that I can't be pregnant and maybe my menstruation was just delayed. But on the third month that my menstruation got delayed, I decided to secretly buy a pregnancy test kit. I already have a hinch or a feeling that I may be pregnant. So I quickly used the P.T. (And I used it at the restroom of our school. haha.) I was so scared to test out the P.T because on a small additional line can change my whole life. Then a couple of seconds has past. A saw two lines. It's positive. I'm pregnant.

I was so nervous that time 'cause I was thinking that I'm too young to be pregnant. And how do I tell my parents? And I do not want to disappoint them. So I hid it. I was the only one who knows that I am pregnant that time. Not even my friends, classmates nor the father of my child. I hid it for another 3 months.

My baby was already six months old back then but my tummy was still small and I'm sure no one has noticed that I was pregnant that time. And then one night, I felt it. I felt my baby moved inside of my tummy. I was nervous but still so happy that something is alive inside of me. That time, I already thought of telling my parents because of the happiness that I'm feeling but I am still scared.

Then one morning, my father told me that I am going to the clinic that day for a check-up. They said that there may be something wrong with me because I was already delayed for 6 months, (they know that cause they don't see me buying sanitary napkins) and that it could be a "Myoma".

When we got to the clinic (together with my step-mom), the doctor immediately asked me some ramdom questions. Like she's doing some Psychology tricks on me. Then her last question was."ARE YOU PREGNANT?", and I immediately answered, "NO!" So the doctor pulled out a Pregnancy Test kit and again the result was positive. My Step-Mom was so shocked that time. And I am still denying. But the doctor is insisting that I am really pregnant. So she made me lay down on the bed and pulled out a doppler (that is the device ob-gyne's use to hear the heartbeat of the baby inside of mother's womb). Then I heard it, my baby's heartbeat.

Tears came running down from my eyes as I hear every beat of his heart. I was crying not because I was proven lying. I'm crying because I was keeping my baby hidden from all the people and on that moment I thought, I don't have to.

On our way back home, both I and my Step-Mom doesn't know how to tell my father. My father is one of those Dads whose very conservative and traditonal. And I don't know what he's going to do to me if he finds out. We saw my father waiting at the door. When we got inside, my stepmom calmly told my father that I am indeed pregnant.

I got scared of what will be my father's reaction to the big news. I was thinking that he may hurt me of worst-case-scenario, he may disowned me because I didn't follow their orders to not have a boyfriend until I graduate.

My father stood-up then said, "I already knew you are pregnant from the first month, I was just waiting for you to tell me the truth." I was shocked of his reaction. All I thought, no one noticed that I was pregnant, but he did. So that's why he made me go to the clinic, to forced me to tell the truth. I felt like a big torn was pulled out of my chest that time. I was so relief that my family already knew about it.

The day after that, my father and I went to the Ob-gyne for the check-up of my baby. My father was so happy when he found out that he is going have a grandson since he only has 4 daughters. And he was thinking that it is like having his own son.

I gave birth to a healthy baby boy on January 23, 2013. He is now 5 years old. And I was so happy, I didn't regret on keeping him and didn't think about aborting the baby. I didn't let my fears eat me and i did not let people's judgement hurt me.

That is it for today guys. Hope you'll get something out of this. See you around guys!!