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I'm bored here at work and i've been thinking about the changes in my life these past few years. I have an urge to write it all down.... I met Brett when I was 16. We started dating dream cruise weekend of 2002. New years eve that year we discovered that I was pregnant. We immediately told our parents. We all got together and Brett and I made it clear that abortion was absolutely out of the question. We went about life. Morning sickness sucked and I missed alot of school. I was treated terrible by people that I thought were my friends. You learn alot about your 'friends' when something like this comes up. Lisa Averill was the first person I told. Since that day that I told her, she's only talked to me 3 times. She was supposed to be my 'best friend'. What a lie. In April I found out that I was having a boy. By May I was HUGE. Time trudged on. I got bigger, the weather got hotter...and then the black out! Those had to have been the worst 2 days of my life! Finally on the second day after hours of my complaining and bitching, my dad, Brett and I got in the caravan and hopped on I-75. We drove north until we found electricity.
3 weeks before my due date we had a false alarm that sent me to the hospital. Everything checked out and I was sent home. Wednesday September 17th, 4 days past my due date I did the craziest thing. I drank Castor Oil. That was the nastiest stuff i've ever put down my throat. By 4 pm I was having regular contractions. At 8 pm we called the doctor whom instructed that we head to the hospital. When I got there I got hooked up to monitors and I was checked and everything. After 3 hours there, and no progression I was sent home with a sleeping pill. That was short lived. I was back up to the hospital at 1am with bloody show. They finally admitted me. the Next 18 hours are a bit of a blur. Between the sleeping pill and all the narcotics that they were pumping into me. After 24 hours of labor, a failed epidural, a pinched bladder and a baby that had his head turned the wrong way My baby boy was born via c-section. He weighed 7lbs 10 oz and was 20 inches long. He had trouble adjusting to the outside world and was sent to the NICU in an incubator. He stayed there for 4 hours. We stayed in the hospital until saturday afternoon when we were released.
I took first semester of my senior year off. I returned the beginning of second semester. I continued with my classes. Took nurse assisting at OTC and graduated with my Class, that June of 2004. I couldn't have been more proud. That last semester, between juggling school, a baby and a job, I had my highest GPA of my entire high school Career. That semester, I had a 3.8 GPA. I don't know how I did it, but I did.
In November we moved into our own place in Warren. Things couldn't have been better. Money was good we were happy. I hated my car. I had a 1996 Stratus. What a POS! It kept breaking down. Then in a snow storm Brett left my headlights on and the battery died. The following day I had to call his sister to drive me to my brothers to get jumpers to jump my car. That was a mess. There was like 2 feet of snow and it was ICY! In February I bought my 2002 neon. Which I LOVE! It's Maroon and just so damn purty.
Things went down hill from there. Brett got a Pilonidal Cyst. After 3 seperate surgeries and many missed days of work for the both of us ( I had to care for him) bills started to get behind. Never let bills get behind. NEVER let your bills fall behind.
To be continued