Tanner's Birth Print
Birth Stories - Young Mothers Birth Stories
Thursday, 17 September 2009 10:58

I found out that I was pregnant a few days before Christmas during my senior year of high school. I was scared and didn't know what I was going to do. My son's father, who was also 17, and I sat down and decided that yes, we were going to keep the baby so it was time to tell my parents (his parents haven't been very involved in his life since he was in his early teens). A few days after Christmas I told my mom. She was disapointed but very supportive and told my dad that evening while I was at work. He too was very supportive and they said they would do whatever they could to help me.

I made a doctors appointment and was given the due date of August 20th 1999. I never had morning sickness and the beginning of my pregnancy was going really smoothly. At first I didn't gain a lot of weight, although that would change throughout my second and third trimesters! Medically, everything was going really well. Psychologically it was a little different. At first I only told my closest friends. Even though I had accepted my decision I still hadn't really embraced it and part of me kept wishing that it was all just a dream that I would wake up from, so I didn't want anybody else to know. It wasn't until around my forth month when I realized that the baby wasn't going away and I started to get excited. I started to show shortly after that and the rumors started flying at school. I had decided early on that I wasn't going to let it bother me and that I was staying in school no matter what. It ended up that I didn't need to worry about it anyway though because most people just asked my friends questions rather than asking me directly and nobody ever said anything rude, to my face atleast! My son's father and I went to different schools so he didn't have to deal with any of it. During the pregnancy he would sort of disappear for weeks or even months at a time. He was not very involved in the pregnancy at all, and even though he said he wanted to be a part of the baby's life, I wasn't sure what he was going to do once the baby was born.

I had an ultrasound done early in my pregnancy so my doctor wouldn't order another one and I really wanted to know the sex of the baby so I went to a private agency when I was about 20 weeks. I was really hoping for a girl but the tech saw right away that he was indeed a boy. My two best friends went with me so after we left the ultrasound we went shopping for his first boy things!

The next couple months I just plugged along, I continued to do all of the normal high school things. I went to my senior tea and even the prom that spring... what a sight I must have been dancing with my big belly! Everything continued to go well in the pregnancy as well. I did start gaining a lot of weight (65 lbs by the end) and was swelling really bad. My doctor said it was probably because I was too active, aside from school I was also working two jobs. I finally quit one of the jobs and in June I graduated from high school seven months pregnant! I was really proud that I stuck with it and didn't let anyone talk me into going to the alternative high school or dropping out.  

When I was 37 weeks my doctor started talking about inducing labor early. He thought that the baby was going to be really big and didn't want to let me get too far along. Looking back I think he just wanted to have it scheduled for his own convenience as well. Either way I agreed and we scheduled to induce me at 39 weeks, on August 12th.

On August 11th I went to the doctor and he inserted some sort of balloon that helps to dialte the cervix. Then on the morning of the 12th my parents, baby's dad, and myself headed to the hospital. They got me checked in and started the pitocin at about 9:00. I was bound and determined that I was not having an epideral. I had read alot during my pregnancy and I didn't want drugs or an episiotomy. I wanted to do it as intervention free as possible (which is kind of silly since I was being induced). The contractions started coming shortly after they started the pitocin but they weren't that painful. I was talking and joking with my parents and the never ending stream of friends that kept stopping by. The nurses would check me periodically and one of those times they broke my bag of water but didn't tell me. A few minutes later I started laughing and felt this gush of liquid. I thought I peed my pants and told the nurse as soon as she came in, she laughed and said "oh honey, that was just your water" nice that she got some entertainment out of it! The nurses really were wonderful though. In fact one of them even yelled at my doctor for me becuase every time he would come in to check on me he would try and push an epideral on me, finally the nurse looked at him and said "she's already told you she doesn't want one!" I was grateful that somebody seemed suppportive of my plan!

I had been on the pitocin for hours and the contractions were still coming steady but they were bearable, unfortunetly I was stuck at about 5 centimeters so they started talking about other options. At about 9:00 that night after being on pitocin for 12 hours and still being stuck at 5, my doctor said I either got an epideral to relax my cervix or get ready for a c-section. I chose the epideral. By 9:30 the anethesiologist was there and giving me the epideral which wasn't that bad. It was hard to sit so still through contractions but it didn't hurt to get the actual epideral. I laid down and started feeling wierd though. I said something to my mom and she said it was because they were giving me sleeping medicine as well. I slept through the next 10 hours of my labor, only being woken up to be checked and turned from side to side. After I got the epideral I did start dialating agian, very slowly and my doctor was still talking about the possiblity of a c-section. Just before 8:00 am they checked my again and said that I was to 10 cent. so they wanted me to start pushing soon. All of a sudden I was wide awake! I was frantic telling my mom to hurry up and get my baby's dad and call my friend to come back to the hospital. They had me start pushing and after only about 15 minutes my perfect baby boy was born. He was 9lbs 4 oz. so I guess the doctor was right about him being big but I only tore a tiny bit and only required two stitches.

I named him Tanner David, he is now 10 years old and an awesome big brother. I went on to earn my bachelor's degree and meet and marry a wonderful man whom I am expecting our second child with (three altogether). I hope anybody who reads this, especially young women who are currently pregnant see that having a child young does not mean you automatically have to fall into some stereotype. There are still options available to you and that you are capable of being a wonderful mom, you just have to be determined to work hard!

Last Updated on Thursday, 17 September 2009 11:07