3 in 10 teen American girls will get pregnant at least once before age 20. That’s around 750,000 teen pregnancies every year. What if that was you? Your whole “it won’t happen to me” mentality was squashed as you stared at the little pink plus sign. All of your plans of how you will succeed have now become how we will succeed. Scary right? But for some, these aren’t just examples in a story, it’s their everyday life. They can’t just shiver of the fear and move forward with caution so it doesn’t end up being their story, I can’t just shake off the fear. Because I, Carlie Campson, am one of those 750,000.
Our story starts when I first met the father, Dean Housers. Dean was the perfect image of a high school jock: the…show more content… I’m was not 100% sure how pregnancy works but I’m was almost positive I should be the size of Canada by now. I guess the baby just wasn’t be that big, which I’m fine with. I don’t think I was going to be able to afford epidural so the smaller the better. Anyways, the care the Jensons have given me have been much appreciated. They’ve gone to great lengths to provide for me and the baby and I will be sure to pay them back in whatever way I can. I’m even thinking about making Keegan the Godfather. I think he would like it? He deserves it anyway, he’s been my servant for the past month. In fact, I was just asking him to run to the store for oranges and jelly when I felt it...my water had just broke. I was rushed to the hospital and had gotten there in record time. There were so many people surrounding me as I was pushed throughout the hospital to my room for the next couple of days. All the twists and turns had bugged my heightened gag reflex and from what you can probably guess, didn’t work out in the nurse’s favor. After that, the rest was just a blurry fuzz. I don’t remember much except the look on the Doctor’s face when he was looking at the baby’s monitor. I couldn’t hear much but Heather’s gasp and cry was enough clues for me. Either I wasn’t going to make it through the delivery or there was something seriously wrong with the baby. It was around 30 minutes later when I had to start pushing. 1...2...3...push, 1...2...3...push, 1...2...3...push, 1...2...3...one final push, push, push...all done. Done? Shouldn’t there be a cry? I looked up to the Doctor and saw the depressed look on his
