The simple, yet complicated Story About Falling Pregnant at 15 Years Old

It was one of those cold rainy days in March and my body was feeling real blah. March 31st was the day to be exact. The day I found out I was pregnant at just 15 years old. Rewind to the early morning where I had to get ready and head to school because hello, again I was only 15 years old. Blah blah blah, I get to school and head to gym class. As I stand there and wait for the teachers to come in the gymnasium, I start think to myself.. “what the fuck?? I still haven’t gotten my period” already knowing I was 2 weeks late, but not thinking anything of it because my period was always irregular. So i told my closest friend, Valriana and she said “let’s just go together to get a pregnancy test after school even though you're definitely not pregnant.” Now let’s fast forward to after school. We’re walking to a pharmacy in my town. At this point i’m too nervous to buy a pregnancy test when I literally look 10 because I am an extremely tiny person as well as still a little kid so my friend buys it for me because she gave zero fucks. We head to my local pizzeria where we walked in to use the restroom. I have seen women in movies take pregnancy tests so I knew exactly what to do. I peed on the stick and handed it to my friend because I was too scared to sit there and watch it myself. I made her tell me the result when it was ready. All she said was “Congratulations!!” and then proceeded to hug me. At that point in time I broke down crying, at a loss of words, confused, and scared more than ever before. I was a little kid who was in a toxic ass relationship with a boy named, Ryan. I called him immediately and told him we have to talk so we met up at a frozen yogurt shop near by. He saw what a complete mess I was and asked what was wrong. That’s when I just came out and said “i’m pregnant” and he didn’t even question it. He stated, in his exact words, “okay, we will do this together, we will be okay, and we will figure it out” and at that time I was still a sobbing mess so he just hugged me until I stopped. I wanted to have time to think about what I just got myself into so I told him I’ll call him when I get home and proceeded to meet back up with my friend, Valriana. We walked to her house which was right down the street so that I didn’t go home looking like the mess I was. After about an hour or so, I called my sisters to come pick me up since they were already out driving around. I get in the car and i already couldn’t keep it in. We drove about 2 blocks from my friends house, if that and that’s when i just came out and said “I have something to tell you guys” and my sister, Nicole jokingly said “haha you’re pregnant” and that’s when I started to cry and she noticed and my oldest sister, Jessica who was driving, slammed on her breaks and the car got really quiet. I said “I am”. They didn’t want to believe I was so they drove me to a cvs and bought me about five more tests and made me take them all. It was very clear that I was. They told me to take another one in the morning and so I did. Again, positive. So the date is not April 1st. April Fools Day..

I can no longer hold it in from my parents so I texted my sister, Nicole to come upstairs to my room with mom. I’m already sitting there in my bed crying as I hear my mom walking up the stairs. She stands there and looks at me with confusion. I didn’t have the ability to let it out. The words simply just didn’t want to come out, so my sister said the words for me. “Kate’s pregnant” and my mom said “Are you really?” it was that moment where I just felt like a huge disappointment to her and the whole family, but she walked over to me and just hugged me and let me cry in her arms. She whispered in my ear, “we will figure it out together” and that’s when I felt nothing, but love from her. Nothing, but support and let me tell you, it was an amazing feeling. Moments later we had to go downstairs and tell my dad. He was already sitting in the living room so while my mom and sister stood in front of him, I was standing behind my TV because I was so scared of him knowing and how he would react. My mom said “Kate is pregnant” and my dad laughed and said “Haha April Fools!” but that’s when my mom stood there with a serious face, not laughing and said “No, we’re serious.”

He said nothing. He got up and walked into his man cave which was the basement. All I could think about was how much i’ve disappointed him and how he’s going to hate me. He was down there for a solid hour until he came back upstairs and just hugged me. He said “I support whatever decision you make, but giving the baby up for adoption is not an option.”

I wish I could explain the love, support, the gratitude I felt all in one moment. I still had my family. I had their support no matter what. I had other family members, such as cousins and what not telling me to get an abortion and that making the decision to keep the baby was a mistake. Their opinions didn’t matter to me because I had my family and only their opinions mattered. My baby’s father and his side of the family wanted to ACT like they cared and were going to support, I believed it, but I definitely shouldn’t have.

To be continued...