Baby Love
‘You’ve done so well Caitlin, I’m so proud he’s beautiful.’ cooed my mam.
Your all probably thinking I’d drawn her a picture or washed the dogs, dirty coat but no. I’d done something much more meaningful. I’d made my mam a grandma.
July 10th, the day I found out. I suspected a pregnancy from the very start, I’d tell myself everyday, ‘Caitlin get a test, make sure your not’ but my mind was in a world of its own, coping with GCSE revision, family life and the new problem.
‘Hello, is that all your after?’ asked the lady on the till. Her expression was sour.
‘Yes, thanks, that’s all.’ I replied, my throat was dry as sticks. I could barely swallow. I paced home and scurried straight to the quietness of my on-suite bathroom. I tore opened the box and began to read the instructions carefully. I did what was noted and sat anxiously awaiting the results. I could feel the fear building up inside of me, my heart felt like it was in my mouth. Now was the time, I overturned the test and placed my eyes straight on the window. There is was the words printed clear as ever, bright pink writing ‘pregnant’.
My jaw touched the floor.
‘Oh no, what am I going to do?!’ I sighed. Tears filled my sad, dark eyes. My hands were clenched together, teeth gritted. I tried to hold back my tears but the temptation was too much, I burst into an uncontrollable sob, tears drenched the toilet paper I’d ripped from the roll. Then all of a sudden,
KNOCK KNOCK!
‘Caitlin?’ my mam asked suspiciously.
What was I going to do? Lie? Confess? I slowly turned the lock on the inside of the door, my hand shook as I reached for the door handle. Tears tumbling down my cheeks I pulled the door back. I seen my mams shocked reaction. I was stood there, mascara smudges all down my rosy cheeks, my eyes, bright red, puffy from all the crying. I looked like I’d been beaten up, I assume that was my mams first reaction.
‘My god Caitlin, whats happened? Whats wrong darling?’ screeched my mam, throwing her arms around me.
I shoved the test into her hands.
‘Mam, I’m pregnant, I’m so sorry’ I wept. ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen!’
‘Caitlin, your fifteen years old! You’ve ruined your life, its over, how could you be so stupid?!’ she snapped.
I turned off, my brain went numb. I didn’t want to hear it. That sentence stuck in my head, repeating and repeating. I covered my ears tight and closed my eyes. I just wanted everything to end and wake up in, it all been a horrible dream. We all wish something could end up that way, unfortunately it never happens.
7 month later and I was due to have my baby in one week. My due date was 5th march. I was so scared thinking about the pain I was going to be going through, but obviously excited. I was going to be a mummy! I was sick by now. My tummy was that big I could rest my dinner plate on it. I looked like I was carrying a football up my t-shirt. It was so big and round, some days I would lie on my bed and stare fascinated at my spherical tummy. Watching and waiting for the baby to kick, my tummy used to move, like an earthquake was happening inside my womb.
‘He’s a footballer this one’ I joked to my mam.
‘Come on baby we want you out’ my mam soothed rubbing my huge belly.
We didn’t know the sex of my baby but I was adamant my little one was a boy. I was certain. I didn’t find out the sex, I wanted a surprise. And that we got.
2 weeks later, on my exact due date at 10 past 2 I had my first contraction. The feelings were so weird, at first it was just a mild discomfort, but soon worsened into excruciating pains. Then at 10 past 5 my waters broke, I waddled out to the car like a penguin, barely being able to walk.
‘Ow, ow, ow, ow’ I repeated whilst clambering myself into the car. ‘Mam! Hurry up or he’s going to be delivered in the car’ I shouted, eager to get to the hospital.
‘I’m coming, have we got everything? Okay lets go, come on.’ she panicked rushing around.
‘Last push, come on darling! You can do it!’ encouraged my aunty. I was squeezing onto her hand, my fingernails embedded in her skin almost the pain was close to unbearable.
I was cabbaged on the hospital bed, sweat dripping from my forehead, my long brunette hair, slapped back into a bobble. This was the last push, I gritting my teeth, my face all screwed up, I gave my all on the last push.
‘IT’S A BOY!’ my mam screamed filled with excitement.
I heard a high pitch wail fill my ears with joy, my heart sank.
‘Aww that’s my baby’ I whimpered, tears in my eyes.
The blue, winding cord was cut and my little boy was placed in my arms. His little fingers curled up to make tiny fists, His little button nose, his big blue eyes, as wide as a kittens. His wrinkly skin, podgy thighs and arms. I was in love, he was beautiful. This was my baby. He looked into my eyes and my heart melted. I couldn’t believe he was the baby I had carried around for 9 month. He weighed in at a healthy 8lb 2oz.
‘Was it worth it?’ whispered my aunty.
‘Yeah, I’d go through it all again just to have my little man’ I said proudly.
‘Any names in mind?’ she asked.
‘I’m going to call him Oliver’ I announced.
‘Beautiful’ everyone chorused.
Story shared: 13/09/2008 15:27:08
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