Right after I turned 20, I was pretty much working full time as a hostess and I was going out all the time with my boyfriend. Going to clubs and hanging out with friends (you know the usual stuff teenagers do) everything was going great and my relationship was in a really good place. I remember one day so well in September of 2017, I was working and I felt really hot and crampy as if my period was about to come, but it never did and I was really nervous at that point.
However I decided to keep it to myself until I knew for sure and a few weeks past. I texted my mom one day when I was at home and asked “mom I think I’m late, what could cause this”
she says “stress can cause you to be late”.
I told her “I think I could be pregnant”.
She says “ there’s only one way to know, go take a test”
I bought a test and went to the bathroom, after a few minutes, I looked at the two positive lines. I was so nervous and scared at the same time and I called my boyfriend in and he was nervous too but it hadn’t hit him yet. I text my mom and told her the results and from there it went well, she told my dad and he was supportive. Both my parents were very supportive. For the first few weeks, my boyfriend wasn’t very happy, he was scared, and to be completely honest, he didn’t want me to go forth with the pregnancy, because he was only 19 years old and he wanted to live his life to the fullest before settling down and having a family.
I understood completely, but I didn’t care and it wasn’t going to change my mind and it wasn’t his body, it was mine and I had decided the second I looked at the positive test, that I was going to have this baby. My mom was very supportive at this time, and told me that I wouldn’t need him to help me, I just needed to think of the baby first at all times. So I did, but eventually my boyfriend (the father) started to be more supportive and became so excited once having a conversation with my parents and he decided to stick by my side and he did, he always went with me to my OB appointments.
On December 23rd, 2017, we announced to all of our friends and family that we were having a baby boy, everyone was so happy and excited for us. His parents were so happy too, they were super supportive and excited for their first grandson. Fast forward a few months later, everything is going really well, we decide to come up with our sons name, Blaze Alexander Nunez.
On May 12th, 2018 we celebrated blaze and had the shower with all of our friends and family. We had everyone sign a nice little note to blaze on these letters my mom bought that spelled out BLAZE. To this day the big letters are hung up in his room so when he gets older he will know his family and friends supported his parents for the decision they had made.
I was scheduled for a induction on July 3rd, 2018 (a day after his due date) but on July 1st, 2018 I woke up and thought I was leaking and my water was going to break. I told my mom and she said that she would take me to the hospital. When we arrived at the hospital I tested negative for leakage of amniotic fluid… but, since I was already there they called my OBGYN and asked if I could get induced that day, and they asked and came back to me and said I could get induced that day. They also asked if I’d like I could stay and someone else bring my bag or if I wanted to go home and come back on my induction day and get induced. I said, no no no! I want to stay and get induced, I was so excited!
So I told my boyfriend to go get the car wash, to put the car seat in the car and get my bag packed! That night, I started on cervidal and got my room, over night I was having some contractions but nothing too painful. The following morning, I was only 2 cm, but my OBGYN decided to break my water. After that, she started me on pitocin and from there I progressed pretty quickly, a few hours later I really started to feel contractions and I got the epidural. Around 5 p.m I was 6 cm and I was rotating from side to side so baby would hopefully get closer to his arrival. Around 9 p.m i was full dilated and ready to push but only practice push because my OBGYN was delivering two other babies.
Around 11 pm I was ready to push my son out but I wasn’t trying hard enough so my OBGYN told me to try harder because in the next few minutes I’d have to go into an emergency c-section if he didn’t come soon. So what do you know, he arrives a few minutes later at 11:58 p.m.
My baby boy was born 7 pounds 4 ounces and he made my heart so happy, I couldn’t believe I was holding my little baby boy after a long 9 months. Everything was going well after having my son, few months later passed and I started to feel off, so I went to see my OBGYN and get some blood work done. I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. They said it was common with women that had just had a baby because their thyroid can become over active or under active with all the hormonal changes. To this day, I still have it but it’s okay, my son was totally worth it.
Around February 2019, I found a full time job as a leasing consultant and I love it to this day, I recently moved on site into a one bedroom with a study with my boyfriend and son. My boyfriend and I have been together for 3 years and 5 months and we’re very happy, he’s a great father and a great boyfriend, he’s been very supportive. He is a stay at home dad until he finds a job that works best for him.
My son is 17 months today, and we always talk about having another one soon but we want to wait until the time is right and we want to give all of our attention to our first until we’re ready!
If theres any advice I’d give to a girl that was in my position, I’d say, do what you think is best for yourself and don’t give up on your beliefs and your morals.
Don’t ever let a guy or anyone tell you what you can or can’t do. I personally don’t support abortion and my family stood behind me on that as well and that’s why the decision I made was very easy.