Bringing up baby (and blogging, too)
by Bronte Healey
At the age of 15, I found myself in a situation I never thought I’d be in. I sat in the doctor’s office being told I was pregnant. So many emotions were flowing inside me. I didn’t know if I should to be excited because, after all, a baby is a positive thing, right? But one thing I knew for sure was I was terrified.
How the heck do I tell my parents I’m having a baby? How do I tell my grandparents? And my teachers? The first person I told was my boyfriend of two years. Of course he was scared, too. He was being told he was having a baby at 16. As soon as I stepped out of the doctor’s office, I called my mom, telling her the situation. From that moment on, she had my back and told me she could have found out her kid had a terminal disease, and a baby is not the worst thing in the world. These were the exact words I needed to hear.
After keeping this huge news within our families in order to let everyone’s heads get around what was happening, we went live. I decided to tell my closest friends at first and let them spread the news. I told them they had my permission to tell other people. Little did I know it would spread like wildfire. That night I found myself getting follower requests on Instagram and Facebook friend requests from people I’d never met or heard of. I was flooded with messages from people I was friendly with, asking “Is it true? If so, I’m here for you.”
One of the most sensitive topics to me right now is my friendships and where they stand. “I’ll be here for you” and “I’ll have your back” — these are a few things my “friends” said to me. At the time I thought they would be here for me and they would have my back, but my friendships have changed entirely. I’m no longer friends with people who I thought I’d be friends with forever, and I’m friends with people I never imagined I would be friends with. I’m forever grateful for the few select people who have been there for me since day one. I feel sorry for the people who are not able to see my son grow and won’t be able to see me kicking butt at being a mom. Overall, I’m so thankful for my friends I have now because I know they are my true friends.
Okay, let’s skip forward a few months. On May 23, 2015, I started getting contractions but I did not think they would lead to anything. The next moment I found myself in the hospital hooked up to IVs. It was happening. I was bringing my precious baby into the world. On May 24, 2015, at 12:56 p.m., I met my beautiful baby. I named him Liam Andrew and he weighed 7 pounds. Andrew is my dad’s middle name and I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, so I wanted to include him in some way.
I was surrounded with people I loved, my family and Liam’s dad’s family. It was the happiest day of my life; the bond I felt with Liam is indescribable. After he was born and I adjusted to motherhood, I decided to make a blog that allowed people to ask me questions because I knew many people were curious about my story and how I was doing. I was so shocked at the support I received; my inbox was filled with heartwarming messages.
I wanted to get my story out because there is so much negative stigma about being a teen mom and I’m doing very well. I am excelling in school and motherhood. My family and I could have felt sorry for ourselves and given up, but instead we decided to make it a positive thing. I’m so proud of the way my family carried themselves throughout this adventure. They never ever made me feel like I should be embarrassed; they embraced my pregnancy and me.
I’ve been asked the question many times: Did you consider adoption or an abortion? I would be lying if I said adoption never crossed my mind, but once I heard his heartbeat it never crossed my mind again. Abortion was never on the table to me. My relationship with Liam’s dad is the best it’s been and we both not only matured as individuals but as a couple.
I would not be where I am without the support and love I received from not only my family and friends, but also from Westfield High as a community. I felt so supported by everyone and I loved coming to school every day. Age doesn’t define maturity and I strongly believe I have proven that. Liam is now almost five months old and he is the happiest baby, because he is surrounded by so many people who love him.
Follow Healey’s story on her Tumblr: http://bhealey37.tumblr.com/
And Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0yaMT-qEbM
Originally published at medium.com on October 15, 2015.