16 years old and expecting twins.
By anonymous on 28/12/2011I was always the good girl in the family - was home when I was told to be, no drugs, no smoking. I met my boyfriend when I was just 13 and it was love at first sight. My five older brothers (3 of which are step brothers), my step dad and my mum were all really protective of me but agreed that my boyfriend was perfect. That was the problem. He was so perfect that we started to sleep together. Our GCSEs were coming up so we decided to stop seeing each other until they were over. A couple of days before my first exam I took a pregnancy test. I had suspected things for a couple of weeks and I knew I had to get it over and done with. It was positive. I was devastated and I didn't know what to do. I was 16, pregnant and about to take the biggest exams in my life. I decided to tell my boyfriend straight away. I phoned him up and after some stuttering and stammering I got it out. I'm pregnant. Although he was shocked he told me that he'd be there for me, but we needed to tell our parents straight away. An hour later he phoned me back and told me that although his parents were shocked, they would be there for us. My parents however were not so cool about it.
That night at dinner I decided to break the news.
My mum screamed at me to have an abortion, my brothers were horrified and my step dad told me get out and never come back.
I didn't know what to do so after I phoned my boyfriend, we decided that I would live with him. With the stress of my GCSEs in 2 days time and having to move out that very day, I was in a state. I moved out and lived with him.
All throughout the time I was taking my exams I had the thought of this little thing in me, growing and growing...living. None of my friends knew yet and I wanted to keep it that way. I was going to tell them after we left school.
After the exams finished I was scheduled to have my first doctor's appointment. I was really nervous but my boyfriend was there with me.
When I had my ultrasound I will never forget the look on the doctor's face
I was 16, had no proper home and now I was pregnant with twins. My life was not getting any better. Surprisingly though, my boyfriend still hadn't run. I knew I could trust him now.
I eventually decided to tell my friends and the majority were really supportive - they still are.
With the amazing help of my boyfriend's parents, we were able to buy a three bedroomed house to live in. It was perfect. Our friends decorated for us, his parents bought ALL of the furniture and my life was back on track.
I was in my 8th month when I woke up with excruciating pains in my stomach. I was rushed to hospital where I was told I was in labour. I had an emergency C-section and on 23rd November my beautiful identical twin girls were born. They were so tiny but healthy. I had visitors and family (on my boyfriend's side) visiting me everyday but my mum never walked through those doors into my room. For that I will never forgive her.
Afer spending a week recovering, my boyfriend and I were finally able to take our little girls home for the first time.
That was three years ago now and my baby girls are now bright, bubbly, energetic three year olds. I managed to go to college and graduated with the degrees I wanted and my boyfriend got a job in a company. Our lives are back on track and I recently found out that I'm three months pregnant. This time I'm excited and not at all apprehensive and looking forward to holding my baby in my arms. I have tried to patch things up with my family but only my brothers seem interested. I'm going to keep trying though, I don't want to lose my mum. My boyfriend, my girls and my baby are my life and I love them dearly. I would never go back and changed what happened to me. Never.