I didn’t mean to have a baby at 17? What does that mean?! You have SEX, you will get pregnant, right! Of course!! Here’s the reality, I thought it would be a cake walk… I was mature, and a hard worker. I refused to be a statistic!
However, It was hard, it was tough and I had many sleepless nights. I was discouraged , many times, sometimes I had no support, my family was out-of-state, and my baby daddy and I were fussing and fighting all the time because we barely got along. It seemed like the baby changed us.. I cried more nights then I smiled. Sometimes I thought to myself why did I agree to this? On top of postpartum depression, life was rough..
One day, I decided I wasn’t going to sit around and cry or feel sorry for myself. Although, I wanted to have a pity party I realized nobody was going to have it with me! Everyone had a viewpoint Ana said “that’s your baby.” So I did the best thing I could do; I continued working full-time, started school full time, and I sacrificed my entire social life. Time flew, sacrifices were made, events happened but overall my baby came first. I knew I had to finish something to show him, one day, no matter what came his way he could do it! In 4 yrs I had earned a Master’s degree. Wow! At 21! I thought I was a beast! I was.. I had focused my mindset, made no excuses, and went after what I knew I needed! However, there was another set of issues I had. It was called marriage… I had entered into that and that journey was an interesting ride.