My name is Elizabeth, Lizzy for short. I’m currently 19 years old and I am a Teen Mom. I found out I was pregnant in January 2009 when I was 16. Most people think girls who get pregnant at a young age sleep around but I got pregnant with my high school sweetheart, Chris, my first and my only. We were the typical high school couple, on again off again type thing and when I got pregnant we were off. My mom was out of the country at the time for plastic surgery so I had about a week or so to think about how to tell her. I decided to wait until she was healed up and less stressed, but that decision took a turn for the worst. I’m not going to get into too much detail because you’ll be sitting here all day, but to sum it up I turned into her punching bag. It wasn’t the first time but it was probably the worst. She beat me with a belt, kicked me out, called the cops, and since she had stitches and she was swinging at me she ended up bleeding and decided to tell the police I did that to her. So, since the adults are the ones to believe, I got arrested. Even though she left a bruise about six inches long across the right side of my stomach I got punished and she got nothing. What hurt the most was when she said she was happy to see me get punished. Honestly I don’t think I will ever forgive her for that.
After that incident I was scared to tell anyone about my pregnancy so we kept it a secret until I was about 5 months along. Throughout those months we thought about all of our options, both adoption and abortion. Came close to both but didn’t go through with either for one reason or another. The first person I told was my best friend, Andrea (I actually told her on her birthday, ha ha). I really needed someone to talk to about it and she was the only on I could trust with a secret that big. After her was one of my good friends mother, Lori. She actually realized it on her own, made an appointment for me and everything. Lori told Chris’ dad, Chris told my mom, and my mom told my dad and step dad. That’s when the word got out to pretty much everyone and my friends started dropping like flies. Found out who my true friends were.
My relationship with Chris was not healthy what so ever. Most anything you can think of that could go wrong did, leaving me for other girls, cheating, lying, constant fighting, hurtful things were said, etc. but for some reason I stayed. I believed things would change and I wasn’t going to give up on what could be a good thing. I moved in with him and his father at about 6 months, things just went downhill from there.
September 27th, 2009 1:14PM; that was when my son, Michael, was born. 100% natural birth, 7lbs, 14oz. Everything went smoothly and I had a lot of visitors that day. The entire time in the hospital Chris was distant. I had passed out in the shower because of blood loss and even then he seemed to be in his own little world. After 3 days in the hospital we got to go home. I still couldn’t walk well but I had to fight through it because I had no help. Chris would do absolutely nothing for neither Michael nor I. About a week after we got home he told me he was in love with someone else and that he thinks I should move out. Things just kept getting worse and worse for us, and again I stayed. He had an accident one night, 2nd degree burns on the left side of his face, neck and arm. I think that’s when he realized what he was losing. I was the one who stood by his side and took on another person to take care of. He started to apologize and try and make up for the things he had done. We started to try and work things out. Problems continued for a while but then things slowly started to get better.
Today, my son is 2 years old and he is a very healthy and hyper boy, with a slight attitude problem, which I will admit, he takes after his mother. I do not have a job or have yet to start college, but I am an Army Wife (yes, I am still with Chris) and I am also a high school graduate. I wouldn’t have made it through regular high school because I did not have a babysitter but I did find out about the COPE program, and if it weren’t for the teachers, daycare ladies, and the new friends I made I would have never made it through that either. Took me an extra year but in March 2011 I was officially a graduate!
Being a mother is hard, but I would say being a young mother is even harder. You have to be able to juggle sleep, school, social life, a baby, and some even a relationship and/or a job. Money is always tight and you can very rarely do things for fun, either no sitter or no money. You lose friends, family could turn their back on you, anything really. You’ll be stressed, lonely and depressed at times, and you’ll struggle with different challenges in your life, but at the end of each day, it will all be worth it. If you’re not pregnant, keep it that way, because anything I said above, plus some, could happen to you. If you are pregnant, you can’t only look at the bad things, it will only make it harder for you, look at the good. You make new lifelong friends, find people who support and believe in you, accomplish goals you would of never strived for if not pregnant, find out who you’re true friends are, and most importantly, you’ll have a beautiful baby boy/girl right by your side, every step of the way.