A Real and Raw Journey through Young Motherhood
My trip into fatherhood began suddenly and beforehand, I was just 16 when I set up out I was 16 weeks pregnant. As strangers, my future husband and I crossed paths in spa class. Puppy dog love rattily grew into product real, and by the time we were 16, we were formerly featuring of a future together.
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I’ll no way forget the morning in December 2016 when I bent while getting ready for academy. I’d been feeling off for weeks, with jones and nausea, but I brushed it away. That morning, everything changed. I texted my swain and asked if he approved that I could be pregnant. We both knew it was possible. Latterly that day, I took a test with my mama by my side. Two lines. I dropped to my knees. “What am I going to do? I was supposed to graduate go to council. ” My mama just looked at me and said, “You will.”
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That day, we sat down with my parents and my swain. Rather of wrathfulness or disappointment, I felt unconditional love and support. My parents helped us turn my nonage bedroom into a cozy space for our new little family. I indeed had an office in the corner where I finished high academy while breastfeeding. I done with school ahead of timetable to focus on being a stay-at-home mama.
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Six months latterly, I gave birth to our son. It was not easy, fatherhood is no way easy but I was proud of how I navigated it, not only as a new mama, but a teen mama. My hubby graduated high academy the ensuing time, and just after my 18th birthday, we moved into our first home. It was not much, but it was ours.
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After a confinement, we ate our alternate son. During that gestation, I endured depression and began opening up online. I started participating my story on Instagram and YouTube, being honest about the ups and campo of youthful fatherhood. I talked about development loss, postpartum, insulation, and the beauty in raising kiddies young. Something that started just for me grew into a place of comfort for others.
The further I participated, the more linked I felt.
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I’m now a mama of two, a woman, and someone who trusts deeply in participating the real, not the polished. I’ll no way hide behind perfection, because my story isn’t perfect. But it’s mine. And if it helps really one mama feel less alone, also I’ll keep telling it.
