This is an anonymous post kindly submitted by one of the parents in our RagHeroes Parent’s Group. All identifying details have been changed.
April 2004 – I’d been with my boyfriend for 2 weeks, some may say we rushed things. I was homeless, admittedly through my own choice, I had left my mothers home for various reasons!
Awaiting a flat from the council I was offered a place to stay with David at his parent’s house. All so grown up, I was 18 and living with a man!
Well things were soon to change even more when we found out that I was pregnant. Will he leave me? What will our parent’s say? What will people think? But one thing was for sure….. I was keeping my baby!
Fast forward 9 months and David and I were still together, he stuck by me and we now had our own flat.
On the 29th January 2004 this was it, my labour had started bang on my due date. We went into hospital to be told that wasn’t my water’s – that I’d wee’d myself…. Oh the shame! and the ‘contractions’ were in fact just Braxton Hicks. As I was also bleeding I was told that had things not started happening within the next few days I’d be induced.
Well it didn’t come to that as on the 30th I was back in hospital and this time I WAS in labour. I was scared and in a lot of pain. I was only 19 and thought I knew it all….. boy was I wrong!
I laboured for 19.5 hours going through every pain relief available despite previously stating I didn’t want it. I had gas and air that made me violently sick, pethidine… ouch needle but it let me rest for a little. Next I was in so much pain and so distressed I was asked if I felt I may need epidural?! ‘yes give it to me, please help me’ came my response. So the epidural was administered and all was calm!
At 10:09 on 31st January 2005 my baby was born.
We never found out the baby’s gender but he made that known pretty quickly as he wee’d all over me….. Aaah it’s a boy! 7lb 3oz of sheer perfection…. well no not really if I’m honest. When he was first born, whilst I felt an overwhelming rush of love, I also was afraid as he looked like a squished grey bundle but I was assured this was perfectly normal and he very quickly become pink and beautiful.
I couldn’t believe I’d done it…. I’d given birth to our very own baby and he was amazing!
That night I barely slept a wink. I kept prodding him lightly and resting my hand on his chest making sure he was ok. We got to bring him home the next afternoon and the rest as they say is history!