My History:
With the sound of one little cry everything for me changed in the blink of an eye. I never thought everything I believe in would change so quickly. And I would never look back. My whole life I was told and �knew� that I would finish top of my class, have the �prefect� reputation. Get good grades, graduate high school, and then go to a college, get married to a doctor or lawyer and live happily ever after. �Of Course!� I was actually doing a good job of this so far. I had a good family name and grew up with money, but my parent weren�t together and I lived with my mother, who was never home. This is when it went everything changed. Right after seventh grade I met someone who told me about her life- drugs, drinking parties, boys, and sex. I soon found this to be my life too. First, it started small, getting caught skipping school, getting kicked out of class, then getting get kicked out of school for having drugs and dealing. It just kept getting worse. My life was out of control and I had nothing to live for. I didn�t care about anything or anyone. I tried to take my life by mixing sleeping pills, Tequila, speed, and everything else I could find. My brother, sister, and cousin came home early from a basketball game because when they called I sounded weird. It�s sad, my brother was 16, sister was 13, and my cousin was 15. And they had to find me most of the way dead. And they knew that I had tried to take my life. If they hadn�t had left early I would have died. I made it to the Lake Hospital, and then I was taken to Columbia. I woke up there with my father there. I was pissed! I didn�t want to be alive. You would think after this a normal person would straighten up. Yea, right! Not me. I spent five days in the hospital, fourteen days in a mental ward, and twenty-nine days in rehab. The day I got out everyone was waiting for me. We party drank and did more drugs than I ever had. Guys were coming and going more than ever, not keeping any for more than two weeks but never being single. I started cutting as well. It took my mind off other things and kept me down to earth. That�s how I justified it. I kept doing this and getting worse and worse every day, staying out all night just, going to school to sleep. Anyone who told me I was scaring them I quit talking to. Then, it all changed. I started getting sick really easily and noticed my period hadn�t come yet. I took a pregnancy test, and which I was to drunk too read and had to have my little sister read. I was pregnant. I didn�t know what to do, I told a few of my friends. One of them followed me and wouldn�t let me do anything till I was sober. He said I slept for two days straight. I was told not to have an abortion and I didn�t, not cause I didn�t want to, because I couldn�t bring myself to. So I stayed sober, didn�t smoke, drink and touch anything while I was pregnant but I was planning on the day I had my baby. Her father wanted nothing to do with us. After 23 hours of labor I was going into surgery for a Cesarean. I heard this cry, I found myself starting to cry. I realized with than one little sound �I�m fifthteen years old and I�m having a baby.� And then realized I was crying out of joy. I now knew what true happiness was. I wanted nothing to do with my old life. I wanted nothing more than to be a MOMMY! I wanted to make something of myself, not for me, but for my newborn child. Then, I saw her and fell in love. I knew this is what I was meant to do. I don�t want to care about married for money, drugs, drinking, sex, guys, and no more being fifthteen. I knew all this in a blink of an eye and that my life would never be the same. It�s almost been two years and my little girl is growing up. I have worked my hardest at being a mother and have done a good job. I worked 65 hours a week so I could give her nice things and am now going to school. It hasn�t been easy but it has been worth it. We went though the teething and every second of it together and even though I take care of her she does the same for me. I am going to school so I can be there for her and make a good life of her. MaKayla�s father has seen her a few times. He isn�t part of our life and doesn�t want to be. That�s okay, though because she has me. I went through hell and back to get were I am know and still have lots to do and I know it�s not over, I wouldn�t change a thing, because it makes me who I am today. And that is a good loving mother.
The Birth:
Began writing this Saturday, October 18, 2003. MaKayla Paige Whitman was born Monday, December 19th 2001. Seven pounds two ounces. My Mother and Joe Reed were in the hospital with my boyfriend at the time we were together since August of that year he wasn�t MaKayla�s father but was very sweet. I had tried to get a hold of her father Thomas John Kobe but I had the wrong number. Finally told one of his friends who got the message to him he wasn�t there. They induced my labor they started at Seven am because I had preeclampsia labor started right away at five am I could go any longer plus it was getting dangers for the baby she had to come out and she wasn�t coming out by chose that my girl hard headed just like her mother. I had to have a cesarean my mother came in with me alone one person could all you could heard to the sound of your skin cutting and then pushing no pain. At 5:15am I heard a scream a loud one at that and I heard my doctor say look that hair was born with a full head of black black hair and the most beautiful eyes of ever had saw I not just saying this because she mine she really did. She scored a 9, 9 on agar. She had the biggest little feet. The first time I saw her I stared crying from joy I ever believed I could love someone that much that quickly. They took her away while they finished with me then I got to see her again. I was in the hospital for 4 day that how long you have to be with a cesarean. She stayed every night and all day in my room. We had lots of visitors my dad Vervia my little sis Liz and little brother Carson. Came took toms of pictures then my brother Harlan and his girlfriend Alisha. She opened her eyes right up and looked at my brother Harlan. Everyone loved her from the first time they saw her. Then, my Noni and Nono came (grandparents) to see her even though they didn�t want my to have her or keep her. We had lots of flower and so on and Aunt came and we had lots on phone calls too.
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