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Miscarriage is heartbreaking for any mom to go through, but what happens when the mom to be is just 13, today I speak with a mom who shares her story.
At the tender age of just 13 years old I began dating a boy who was 3 years older than me. We officially became an item two months before my 13th birthday.
I had found the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I was in love. After being together for 15 months everything was going great until we got some news that would change our lives forever. I hadn’t come on, I was late although I didn’t think I much of it and simply put it down to stress.
I woke up one morning and went to the toilet I had been experiencing really bad cramps. I woke my boyfriend up he was a typical man and didn’t think much of it. I knew at this point I needed to take a pregnancy test and within seconds the window showed I was pregnant my world was changing the room spinning. I asked my boyfriend to call the hospital and arrange a midwife appointment as I had no idea how far I gone I was.The letter arrived with our scan date on my heart pumping, fear and worry filling my mind. I later found out that I was 12weeks and 4 days pregnant seeing our baby on the monitor was so over whelming. It finally hit us we were going to be parents.We were both really happy and started thinking about life with our child and names that we liked even though it was still early days. We eventually worked up the courage and told my boyfriends mom who of course was pissed off she wasn’t very happy at all but we didn’t care we were on top of the world.
Our Luck was about to change when 2 days later I woke up with really sharp stabbing pains they brought tears to my eyes these were nothing like cramp I had previously experienced. After 5 minutes the pain eased so I tried to go back to sleep.I suddenly woke again the pain intense. I went to the toilet where I found red blood I began to panic I was so scared I screamed my heart pumping so fast I thought it would jump out of my chest. The scream had been so loud that my boyfriend and his parents came running in . I saw the panic in their eyes. I needed to go to the hospital I had by then started to feel faint and I felt drained and looked really pale. His mom had to drive me to hopsital where we waited to find out why I had been experiencing such awful pains.
I had gone through the heartache of a miscarriage. My baby had died.
I was so upset I didn’t know what to do or what to say I just stared at the door waiting for someone to say they’d made a mistake that it was all just a bad dream.They kept my in over night but the next day I was told I could leave the hospital.
I returned back to my boyfriends house I still felt numb I couldn’t open up I didn’t no what to say. He tried everything to get me to open up I felt so alone even though I wasn’t. I finally felt able to talk after a a few weeks but within this time I had already started to push him away. It took me over a year to return to my ‘normal’ self.
Losing my unborn child is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through and I hope and pray I shall never have to feel the heartache again of losing a chid again.
I am now 16 years old with a very happy and healthy one year old boy although I am a single mom I’m happy. I will never forget my angel I lost at the tender age of just 13.
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