THESE ARE ALL TRUE STORIES THAT THE GIRLS AT THE MERITON HAVE WRITTEN...THEY HAVE WRITTEN THEM SO YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY HAVE ALL BEEN THROUGH AND THAT THEY ARE NOT STUCK UP GIRLS! THEY ALL UNDERSTAND THAT YOUNG MOTHERS ARE MORE OR LESS IN THE SAME BOAT AND WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO ENJOY READING THEIR STORIES.

How it all began!

I was 14 years old, always running away from home.
I used to steal money from my mum's purse and treat her like crap. Then, once when I ran away I met a boy called Dean. He was on his bike riding through Twerton and he started talking to me.
"Do you know his brother," he asked me.
I said, "No."
Mind you I am not very good with names, but when I look at someone I would probably know who they are, and that's what it was like. In this case I did know his brother but because I am no good at names I didn't realize.
"How old are you?" he questioned me.
I was going to lie to him and say 16, but then I decided to tell the truth for once, that's when I told him.
"I'm only 14."
He looked very surprised, "You look a lot older than 14."
I think he thought I was 17 or something. After he found out I was only 14 he didn't seem very interested in me anymore, but he didn't want to hurt my feelings.
"Do you want to come back to my place?"
I answered, "Yes."

It was a bedsit, I saw some of my old friends there. Later that night Dean and I were sat in his room, he kept asking me to get off with him, I was just playing hard to get. Eventually we did get with each other but I wouldn't have sex with him not on the first night anyway.

Next day Dean called me, "Do you want to come round my place tonight?"
I said, "Ok."

Later that day I went round his place and we had a laugh and I had a really good time. I stayed that night.

I went home in the morning and my mum hit me across the face for not listening to her. I packed my bags and went to Dean's. He was happy to let me stay at his, so I lived with him for a month, when the month was up I went home to see my mum and I told her things about her boyfriend that she didn't really want to hear and she said I was lying about everything. I was really hurt because once again my mum believed her boyfriend over me, her own daughter.
I was so hurt by my mum for not believing and listening to me so I refused to live with her, and I went to Social Services and asked if I could be placed in a foster home. Mind you I felt really supported because Dean didn't really know me but he supported me through everything.

The Social Services office was crowded and hot. I waited for hours. Eventually they found me a foster home. There was two women there, they seemed really nice, I felt a lot more comfortable in this foster home because there were no men there, and that's when I felt safe. I felt that I wasn't going to get hurt again. By this time Dean and me were a couple, it was nice because he understood everything I was going through because he himself had been in foster care most of his life. My foster carers names were Wren and Helen; they were really nice and understanding. Five months passed. I enjoyed living in their house.

One day I took a pregnancy test and it was positive, I was scared but happy at the same time. I phoned Dean and told him the news; he couldn't believe it. I found out that I had been pregnant for three months.
As the bump started to get bigger I started to get bigger, I wasn't just putting on weight with the bump, but I was getting fat everywhere.

Eventually I was so big I looked like I was about to explode, and then I only had two weeks left in my pregnancy. Those last two weeks went so slowly. Day by day I waited and waited knowing that I could go into labour at any time.

The first week passed , 'a week today I thought' and my baby will be due. I was worried and scared, I didn't know what to expect, how painful was it going to be?

Later that night my waters broke. I wasn't in any pain so I wasn't too worried, after a while I started to feel twinges in my stomach. They were nothing at first, but after a couple of hours those twinges in my stomach started to get really painful. Eventually I was in agony.

"Your front waters have broken," the nurse smiled.
At the moment your contractions are every six minutes so the best thing for you to do is to go home and make sure your suitcase is ready because within the next twenty four hours you should go into labour. If you don't then we will have to induce you."
I didn't like the idea of being induced, it didn't sound too pleasant, so I hoped that I would have a natural labour.

At home I relaxed but the pain started getting stronger and stronger I was in so much pain me I couldn't sleep .I couldn't stop tossing and turning. 2:30 am in the morning, I was in so much pain that I was crying.

My mum phoned the ambulance, they took ages before they arrived and when they did arrive, I got in the ambulance and before they would go anywhere they were asking me lots of questions like 'How often are you contracting and tell me when you are contracting'.

After all the questions they eventually started the engine and made their way to the hospital, they put me in a wheel chair and took me into a little room where they put me on a monitor, but were I was in so much pain I couldn't keep still, so the monitor wouldn't stay around my stomach.

After months, days, hours of waiting I was now in labour. My mum, Dean and two midwives were in the room with me.
"You are doing very well and being really brave," they all reassured me. I didn't feel brave.

After about an hour of pushing the baby was finally born, it was my little boy. He was so small and warm and cute with his dad's nose and my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I was so happy; happier than I had ever been before.
When we all stopped fussing over this beautiful baby boy, me and Dean got him registered in the hospital. We both decided to call him Shayne lee Ricketts.

A day later we took Shayne home, I felt so happy and I thought for once in my life I can now finally lead a happy life.

Sam

I woke up feeling sick and I rang Shawn to tell him how sick I felt. He said to meet him at the bus stop. Then I started vomiting. I had a bath and met Shawn at the bus stop.
"I've missed my period for 4 weeks I think I'm pregnant."
"Ok," said Shawn. "You think you're pregnant. I will take you to the pharmacy and buy you a pregnancy test."

Shawn took me to the pharmacy and I bouught the test
"Excuse me have you got a toilet any where?"
"Yes it's straight through there on your right."
"Ok thanks. Wait here Shawn."
In the toilet I was very nervous and shaky taking out the pregnancy test. I took the test, and got Shawn to look at it.
"Babe it's positive."
I burst into tears. Shawn cuddled me tight, "Don't worry every thing is going to be alright," he whispered into my ear.
Two weeks later we went to the doctors me and Shawn. The doctor was telling me that I was too young to have a child and I was too young to have sex.
Shawn said to me, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to keep it."
Mrs Lawrence the doctor was persuading me to have an abortion. She kept saying I was too young to have a baby. But I knew I wanted to keep it. The hardest thing was how to tell mum.

First I wanted Mum to meet Shawn and told him to meet me at my house so I could introduce him. At about 2.30 pm Shaun turned up wearing denim jeans and a bright green "T" shirt, green addidas trainer, " You look nice," I said.
"Thanks, Eve," said Shaun.

He came inside and I introduced him to my Mum.
"Anyone for a cup of tea?" said Mum.
"Yes please," we both replied nervously.
Mum went off into the kitchen. Me and Shawn were left deciding what to do. I went into the kitchen.
"Mum, I've got something to tell you."
"What is it," she didn't look at me as she switched on the kettle.
"Mum I'm pregnant." I stared into her big brown eyes. They were full with tears streaming down her face.
"Come here you," she cuddled me tight. "Why, why, why?" she whispered in my ear. "Why have you done this to me?"
I burst into tears. "Mum please, I didn't plan it. I'm six months pregnant and I'm having a boy."
"Where is your bump?" said Mum
"My bump isn't that big, that's the reason I always kept my coat on because I didn't want you to see my tiny bump."
Shawn came in quietly, "I'm sorry Mrs Andrews," said Shaun.
"What are you going to tell your Dad?"
He already knows. I texted him and he said he is going to buy me a pram. He told me not to worry and to tell you. But I didn't. I was so scared."

Two months later Shawn moved in with us. I couldn't believe time had gone so quickly. I had only four weeks to go until our baby was born. I looked down at the appointment card, "October the 3rd, the date of my last scan before the birth.

Shaun and I caught the bus to the hospital. The waiting room was not as busy as the first time. I was really excited. I had told my Mum. Everything was ok. I had Shawn with me. I couldn't wait to see my baby on the screen.

"Can Eve Andrews come to Room 10, please." This was it, Shawn and I got up. Holding hands we walked down to Room 10. The nurse smoothed the cold gel onto my warm bump. There he was on the screen kicking away like he was dancing. Shawn looked. I said, "That's our baby."
He was so excited he started to cry with happiness. As I lay on the high bed Shawn cuddled me and said, "I love you."
Two weeks later I went into labour. My contractions were coming every five minutes. The doctor felt my tummy and said that I was not in labour and should go home. I refused. Five minutes later my contractions got stronger. I gripped onto Shaun's hand. "Tell me I'm in labour Shawn," I shouted. Ten minutes later they took me to the delivery suite.

"Hello, I'm Sue Jackson. I'm here to see how many centimetres dilated you are. Can you take off your trousers and your knickers so I can see. Right can you lie on your back and open your legs?"
I opened my legs and she put her fingers in to see how far dilated I was.
"You're ten centimetres dilated, you can push when you have more contractions." I pushed for ten minutes and there he was a beautiful baby boy.
I named him Rashawn. The nurse gave him to me. He stared at me with his brown eyes. His skin was soft and red. Everything was alright.

It was my 15th birthday. Instead of going out partying all day and not worrying about time, I had to go into hospital. I was going to be to be induced at 2.00pm in the afternoon. The long wait was nearly over.

1.55pm
Arrived at the hospital. I had to wait ages. Time passed slowly.

4.30pm
Finally a nurse came and took me to the busy ward.

6.00pm
They started to induce me. My boyfriend Darren and my mum Michele were there. I was so scared. Soon I was going to be a mum.

8.30pm
Everybody had to go home and come back in the morning. I was scared that things might start when I was on my own. I went to sleep.

1.45am
It had all started. My contractions were coming every 5 minutes, so I went to see the nurse who was looking after me that night.
She wouldn't phone my mum or Darren because she said nothing was going to happen that quick so I went to smoke a cigarette. I felt really alone.
I went back to my bed afterwards. The pain started getting worse, so the nurse examined me. I was only 4cm dilated at this time.

9.30am
I was waiting for my mum and Darren to come in. Once they arrived the nurse explained everything that was going on. Darren and my mum came over to see how I was. I was upset I'd been on my own for so long now. Me, Darren and my mum went out for a cigarette.

12.30pm We all went over to the café. My Nan met us there. My Nan was all upset because I was in pain.

1.30pm We all went back over to my bed in the hospital.

2.45pm The nurse came over to me and said "We need to break your waters." So Darren and me went up to the delivery suite and they broke my waters. After wards I had to go into a wheelchair. My dad was out side the delivery suite waiting with my mum and my Nan.

3.45pm We all went over to the café again and had more cups of tea. I couldn't handle the pain any more. It was getting stronger and stronger.

4.15pm
Mum, Darren and I went to the delivery suite. The nurse gave me gas and air, and pethidine.

4.35pm
I started feeling drowsy. The midwife put a drip in my arm to make the labour quicker and stronger.

5.00pm
I couldn't handle the pain any longer so they give me another injection of pethidine.

6.30pm
From then it was all a blur. I lost all sense of time.

8.00pm
I can remember vividly I felt like I was on the toilet. I was squeezing my mum's hand and squeezing Darren's head. It all started hurting again.

8.27pm
The head was out I was still hurting all I felt was the body come out. At that moment the pain stopped. I was so relieved the baby was here at last. I was a mum!
The midwife weighed my baby boy. He was 5 pounds 7 1/2 ozs. Me and Darren called him Joshua Alan Walkett. He was so warm and soft, he opened his eyes like a little kitten. They were brownie blue, his hair was mousey blonde, he was so small and fluffy.
I felt like the happiest person in the whole world. All that pain was worth it. Even though I had to wait so long,
I HAD GOT THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!!!!

Jadine

I lay on the bed surrounded by people.
"Push," she yelled at me.
"I can't do it. It hurts," I screamed
"You can love, you have to do it," my foster carer spoke to me gently.
I was so glad to have my sister and my foster carer with me, I was scared but they were protecting me.
"Push again."
"Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I let out a blood-curdling scream.
"The heads out," my midwife shouted from the other end of the bed.
"Darling you've done it, good girl," my foster carer was looking so proud of me,
"One more push darling and its out" the midwife spoke as a contraction was beginning to rise.
I buried my head into my chest "Urrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I pushed my hardest
"It's out. Who wants to tell this brave young lady what she has."
My foster carer leant over, "You have a baby girl!!!!!!!!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My midwife put her on my stomach, I glanced down at her, she had my chin and my mouth. I started to cry, looked both left and right and my sister and foster carer were crying too.
"I'm so proud of you honey, congratulations."
"Thanks I'm so glad she's here with me now."
I turned to my left, "Thanks Kita for being here with me!"
"That's ok love, I love you, you're both worth it."
I wonder was she talking about me and my baby, or me and my foster carer?
I looked at my daughter; I was shocked, excited and scared all at the same time What was going on? What was going to happen? Would it be fine now and later get worse? What? I didn't know. Emotion poured through my body "I can't believe I'm a mum!!" It just wouldn't sink in!.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Helen, can you go and get me something to eat please?"
"Yes love do you want some chips?"
"Yes please, can you get me some fags as well please?"
"Areyou going to be alright alone?"
"I won't be alone will I, I have my baby Katelyn-Renay!!"
"Ok, see you in a minute."
It was Me and Katelyn I had decided on her name the moment I saw her, baby girl mummy loves you, I will never ever let you go.
I held on to her so tight whispering to her I love you I love you I love you………… never forget that baby girl mummy will never let any one take you away. Her soft lips were curling up; tongue coming out every now and again her nose and skin all shrivelled up she was mine and no one else's…………………..

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"We're back," they shouted
"Thank god, I'm starving," I laughed
We ate in silence, I was so proud and happy I had been waiting for this day for 6 months.
"I don't want any more, Kita would you like them?"
"Yeh, ok."
I sat waiting whilst they finished their food.
"Helen, can you come with me for a fag?"
"Yeh, of course I will!"
"Kita do you mind watching her?"
"No."
Helen got a wheelchair and took me for a fag, and the smoke tickled my throat. After they went on home and I went to the ward. In the ward I felt alone and scared! It would be fine wouldn't it?
Days past I cried. I hated being in hospital alone.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Welcome home, honey." As soon as I walked through the front door, every one was there watching me, hugging me, kissing me.
"Thanks," I felt like saying, "look I want to go to bed , can you all just GO AWAY." but I never I bit my tongue and held it in.
"Thanks," I stumbled out
"Helen I'm really tired can I go to bed please?"
"Go on honey, I will speak to every one they will understand."
"OK, thanks love see you later"
"Wait there, you can sleep in my bed"
We walked upstairs she changed her sheets.
"There you go love."
" See you in the morning, you sure you don't mind looking after her?"
"I'm sure."
Minutes, Hours, Days even months have past and every day I whisper to my daughter- Katelyn the words I did the night she was born. "I love you, I love you no one will ever take you away." Those words faded till she slept.
It's hard being a mother at 14 years old but every day I look at her I know what I'm doing it for.
Day after day the new things she does makes me cringe with excitement, the first smile, the first laugh, the first time she rolls over, the first time in a cot, the first time she sucks her toes, and the way she grabs her toys and teddies.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
From the day she was born to the day she dies no matter what she will always be mine, she is my daughter and I love her loads and nothing will ever change that, she will always know mummy is here and always will be Katelyn-Renay Sophie Susan Watts and Naiidine Louise Watts for ever more because Katelyn is my baby girl!

Katelyn is now 4 and a half months old, she's smiling and giggling which makes me so happy, she is such a happy baby, I will never let her go no matter how hard it is to be a mother at 14 I will try my hardest just for her, and someday she will know that her mummy has and always will love her………………. I LOVE YOU BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END
By Naiidine

i will never forget.....

My eyes opened. I didn't know what was going on, I was 8 and a half months pregnant, why was I getting these pains? I slowly closed my eyes as the pains faded, then after a few minutes they were back. This kept happening, the pain got getting stronger. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled myself out of bed. It was dark and scary, all I could see was the shadows of all my things, I walked very slowly to my mum's bedroom along the creaky floorboards in the dark, "Mum, Mum," I whispered, "I'm getting these very bad pain and they aren't going away."

Before I knew it I was sat in my long pink bathrobe with a bag of babies things, on the way to the hospital. It was me my mum my boyfriend and my dad all sat nervously, "What's going on mum," I whimpered as these pains came back.
"Well, I think you're in labour love," she replied in a calm voice.
Oh my god, I thought if I have this baby tonight me and Dean our going to be parents, my heart was thumping I could feel it racing all though my body. I was too scared to even talk after what my mum just said, I sat there holding Dean's hand squeezing it till it went blue as the pains came and went.

It seemed like years had passed but finally we were there. We walked though these big opening doors and waited for someone to show us the way. This nice lady came up to us and asked, "Are you Lisa?"
"Yes I am," I replied.
"This way then please."
As we walked to my room I felt like I was getting colder and colder. The room looked like no one had been in there for years. It was cold and the smell reminded me of medicine this made me feel sick.
I laid there on the bed thinking about what this baby was going to look like, then a midwife strolled in carrying a wire, "What's that for?" I asked just lying there
"It's to hear the baby's heart beat, nothing to worry about," she responded.

My mum told her that I was in labour and the midwife laughed and replied, "I don't think so! It's probably just nothing." My mum just gazed at her as she walked out the door.

Half an hour passed. I was sick my stomach felt like it was squeezing together, as my mum went to find a midwife Dean moved closer to me "Are you ok"
"Yes I'm fine, just get away from me." I felt guilty because after all it wasn't his fault.

The midwife walked in again, she came up to me and started pressing all these buttons, I was so scared. Then a man walked in "Everything is going to be alright"
"What's going on?" I screamed.

Before I knew it all these alarms went off and a see-through mask went over my face, "Just breath nice and slowly for me Lisa," the man replied, then he just told me to count to ten "1, 2, 3, 4, 5" before I knew it I was asleep.

My eyes opened, I was put asleep while I had my Caesarean. I felt horrible like someone had ripped all my insides out. I couldn't move. As my eyes adjusted I found everyone around me all upset
"What's wrong is everything ok?" My mum my dad and Dean all stood there "Just tell me," I screamed. My mum ran over and put her arms around, tears filled her eyes
"I am so sorry love, she didn't make it."
That was it. My life was turned upside down in ten minutes.

I lay there watching my little girl breathing though a machine; she was so pretty it was hard to tell there was something wrong.
It wasn't fair !!!!!!!!

Every now and then when I was young I always thought about having a baby early in my life. I don't know if it was just a dream or real.
My mum kept asking me why I hadn't come on. About a month ago I had met Dominic and we became a couple. As soon as I felt ready it happened the thing I had most dreaded in my life how would I do it and when. Then suddenly I put on a bit of weight and was sick now and then. I was getting worried. What should I do?
Me and Dom took a short walk up the chemist .All the way, I had butterflies in my stomach. As soon as I got in there I went up to the counter and bought a pregnancy test. We got home, I went straight to the toilet by myself well Dom stayed outside. I waited a couple of minutes then was dreading to look .I took a quick glance .It was positive what was I going to do?
I walked out of the toilet .Dom was standing there kind of excited .I told him what I had seen .He was speechless.
We went to the doctors they said I must have been about 16wks pregnant .They gave me an appointment for the first scan .We got to the hospital half an hour too early. Everyone was going in and I was one of the last people, it was so scary we were both just sat there so excited to see our little baby. We went too everything together.
About a week after we had found out ,I got rushed into hospital with pneumonia .The only thing that went through our heads was the baby .I wanted our baby to be safe and healthy.

I came out 3 days before my birthday. On the 7th February .It was all ok but then me and my mum started arguing as usual, just when she had been drinking .I hated it .Me and Dom went to his mum's house on my birthday because I was having such a terrible time.

why has it happened to me?...

25.07.06 was the day I found out I had lost the most important thing ever; my baby! I was sat there waiting in the hospital waiting room for the doctor to come and get me. It felt like forever. Just sat there waiting hoping and dreaming every thing was going to be ok. Terry had gone to get me a drink as I had to drink so much water to see my scan.
I should have had a week before my first scan. I knew there was something wrong I just had a gut feeling. I was scared to go, you have to go mum had said.
Terry was back he gave me my water "Drink it" he said. Ten minutes went by. I watched people go in and out of the scan room. The time had come. It felt like the room had darkened and I was all alone but I wasn't was I? I had Terry. I walked into the scanning room feeling sort of excited and scared, knowing it wasn't right. I lay on the bed. Terry sat next to me on the chair looking at me as if he was the smallest person in the whole wide world thinking it was ok, knowing that it wasn't. She spread the warm gel-like stuff on my tummy, my nerves were racing. The scanner moved forwards and backwards on my tummy. Terry was staring at the screen. Silence. I hated silence.
"Is there was something wrong," I asked.
The strange women replied, "Yes, yes there is". The words that came out of her mouth were coming in slow motion. "I'm so sorry so sorry."
I stayed there, silent. For a moment I felt all my emotions build up like a rage then they burst like a bubble. My tears came out like waterfalls, I couldn't stop them. I cleaned myself up then the lady took me to a private room. My mum looked up at me not knowing what was going on seeing me crying following me to this private room down the hall.
"What's wrong Breezie? Please don't tell me you've…
"Yes mum I'm sorry mum.
"No that can't be right."
"Oh Breezie I'm so sorry love I really am." Tears were running down her face.
Terry just sat there not knowing what to do or what to say a helpless little boy.
"Mum can I have some money for the phone to ring dad?"
I walked down the long corridor in a dream with tears rolling down my face. I picked up the phone dialled the number "Dad I've lost the baby," crying even more
"Im so sorry darling can you put your mum on please."
Mum picked up the phone and burst into tears. I stood there looking out of the window feeling shivers crawl down my spine thinking what have I done it's all my fault. I've killed my baby. Have I brought this on myself or is it just life?
I had to wait for the doctor to come and get me to go through what was going to happen next. The first thing the doctor said was, "Sorry, how do you feel?
I snapped at her I didn't mean to but it was just obvious how I felt. She took some more blood. And I thought haven't you got enough of my blood. She took me through what was going to happen. Her voice just droned on and on.
I slept,my hands on my tummy whispering to myself "I'm so sorry my poor little baby. I'm so sorry."

Mum woke me up at the usual time 7:00am. The day dragged on I had to be at up the hospital for twelve. I just sat there watching and counting the minutes go by. My mum's friend Debbie came half and hour early and we got there dead on twelve.

Up on the ward they put me in a small room, checked my blood pressure and left me. All I had to do was wait. It felt like the longest day of my life. I was starving I wasn't allowed to eat for 24 hours.
One o'clock came. I was getting restless. The nurse came in. I had to take these dilators to open the head of the cervix.
"Give it two hours for these tablets to work." The nurse said.
3:00pm came, still no sign.
By 3:30pm these horrible pains started to come.

My mum said I was in labour.
6:30pm came. The pains were getting worse I needed the toilet. Loads of blood came out then the tampon came out too. I went back to my mum I needed the toilet again. I sat there, my mum holding me.

Suddenly it came out I was in shock and shaking Mum ran to get the nurse. By that time I was on the bed and had lost two pints of blood.
8:00pm they needed to take me into theatre and put me asleep.
I came out and saw Terry. "You look like you have been on drugs."
I laughed. I had.
Mum and dad were back at my room. By then I was able to eat and drink. It was late.
"See you in the morning love." I was on my own. Empty and tired.

The night dragged on and on. The nurse brought me in a cup of tea and some marmalade on toast. She had to help me to the toilet as I was too weak to walk to the toilet. I had an hour's sleep all night. I was so tired.

When the morning came Terry was sat there when I woke up. It was 6:00 when I woke up. The feeling was so horrible. I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. I felt empty and dead. They were the worst two days of my life!

by Ashleigh

Lying on my bed crying I couldn't believe what had happened. My boyfriend, the love of my life who I had waited a long time to meet, had finished with me 'I just want to be friends' his words kept repeating in my head. I didn't understand why. I just lay there crying myself to sleep thinking about the loss of my love.

My alarm went off, 7:30 already I must have fallen asleep! I had to get up and get ready for school. Today was going to be hard seeing him but I had my friends, I could cope.
Time passed quickly.

At home my mum said, " You're getting fat," and laughed but I didn't find it very funny. I got worried, she was right. I had missed my last period and felt I was scared.
I plucked up my courage. I had to tell Shane my worries, "Come down to my house to take a test."

As I lay there on the bed waiting for an answer my head couldn't stop thinking about my childhood, then all of a sudden Shane got up and walked out with the test in his hand. I sat up worried 'why did he walk out what's up' I said to myself. Then Shane and his mum walked in. Shane's mum Heather sat next to me on the bed, 'Ash I'm so sorry love you're pregnant'.

I couldn't believe it. What was I going to do? 'Oh god no,' I cried. Shane hugged me and then walked me home. 'It'll all be ok soon,' he reassured me. 'I just want to be friends' 'It'll all be ok soon,' his words kept repeating in my head. I didn't understand why. I just lay there crying myself to sleep. Thinking.

The next two weeks were a blur as I waited for my scan. Sitting around my home waiting. Finally it was time. Sitting in the waiting room felt like the longest 20 minutes of my life 'Miss Ashleigh Andrews please,' the nurse called. As I stood up to follow the kind lady my legs felt like jelly all wobbly and hard to walk on. The woman took some of my details and asked me to lie on a black sofa. She put freezing cold jelly on my belly, it was so cold it took my breath away. She looked at the image on the screen and said the words I was dreading 'Sorry love you're 26weeks, you have to have this baby.'

I lay there empty for a while. 26 weeks. More than half way. I couldn't be. NO!! My heart felt like it was dying slowly. What was I going to do? How was I going to cope? I would have to leave school and all my friends. Oh my life was over!

The next few months went so fast. Before I knew it I was in hospital twelve days over due. They tried everything to start me off but nothing worked I was there for nearly a week, it was the most boring week I think I've ever had. He was coming. The waiting was over

My labour was hard but I stayed as strong as could for my baby.
After eleven hours, 'I can see the head,' the midwife told me. There was a problem. He was stuck
'Sorry love you're going to have to have a Caesarean'.

No I was so scared, but still excited to see my baby. After only 20minutes my beautiful boy was born weighing 8lbs7ozs. His perfect little nose and his beautiful little face looked up at me; what a picture so precious and pure. The best present ever 'I love you baby.' This time it was worth the long wait.