momatobe
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2010
- Messages
- 81
- Reaction score
- 0
I was 17 when I found out I was 6 weeks pregnant. I was scared and I couldn't tell my parents. I feared they would be so upset at me. The thing was I didn't and I felt I couldn't tell my parents because I just thought they'd kick me out. So I thought I'd wait til I was really far along. I had gone without prenatal care those 16 weeks. I really knew nothing on what I was supposed to experience in a pregnancy and I just assumed everything was alright and even
when I had started having contractions I didn't care I just thought it would go away. It didn't cross my mind that I might need to go to a
doctor. I had never even spoke to him. I just
expected him to be fullterm. I took my son for
granted. I couldn't without a parent and I was
so cowardly to face them. I couldn't tell my
parents even when I realized things weren't
going on wrong. By the time, I got outside help
I was already going into labor. I had an
incompetent cervix. And it couldve been
avoided if I wouldve just gotten the proper
prenatal care. He lived a little while longer. But
I never saw accept when he was born. My son
zachary james was so perfect and beautiful. I
had complications and ended up losing
consciousness. He died 4 days later. Everytime I
think of it it makes me feel more guilty and like I can't really cope with it so I tried bury it. But it always comes to haunt me in my dreams. After that, I never spoke about it. I always felt too stupid to. Also my family moreso act as if it was just that I was sick in the hospital. Besides my parents and the doctors no one else knew that he ever existed. I always felt so miserable without him. And no one even understood why. My parents actually acted like it was a good thing. I've thought of counselling but it's jard to really say or deal with this when I've been acting for so long?
when I had started having contractions I didn't care I just thought it would go away. It didn't cross my mind that I might need to go to a
doctor. I had never even spoke to him. I just
expected him to be fullterm. I took my son for
granted. I couldn't without a parent and I was
so cowardly to face them. I couldn't tell my
parents even when I realized things weren't
going on wrong. By the time, I got outside help
I was already going into labor. I had an
incompetent cervix. And it couldve been
avoided if I wouldve just gotten the proper
prenatal care. He lived a little while longer. But
I never saw accept when he was born. My son
zachary james was so perfect and beautiful. I
had complications and ended up losing
consciousness. He died 4 days later. Everytime I
think of it it makes me feel more guilty and like I can't really cope with it so I tried bury it. But it always comes to haunt me in my dreams. After that, I never spoke about it. I always felt too stupid to. Also my family moreso act as if it was just that I was sick in the hospital. Besides my parents and the doctors no one else knew that he ever existed. I always felt so miserable without him. And no one even understood why. My parents actually acted like it was a good thing. I've thought of counselling but it's jard to really say or deal with this when I've been acting for so long?