Birth Story
Having a great family by my side since the day I was born is the best thing any person could have. Never realized it till they started to open my eyes. At age 14 I was such a brat. Skipping class when I was supposed to go. Getting home late when I had a curfew. Lying to my parents when all they wanted was the truth. My parents just wanted what was best for me, they fought for me when I didn't want what they wanted for me in my life. This wasn't even me back then. At age 14, I met this guy named Mario. we dated for at least a year until I got pregnant. When I got pregnant, my family wasn't to happy with the news. You could actually see the disappointment on their faces. I never felt so scared, sad and unhappy.
Once my family accepted my pregnancy, I was already four months pregnant. I hid my pregnancy from everyone for at least two and a half months. It was a hard thing to do, but i got away with it for those two and a half months. When I first found out i was pregnant, I was in shock and scared. Not once in my life did I think I would ever get pregnant at 15, but it happened. On my first trimester, my morning sickness was one of the worst symptoms out of my pregnancy. I got so used to having to throw up every morning that it became a routine for me. Every morning I would wake up around 7 or 7:30 a.m. just because i felt my morning sickness. After I went through that on mornings, I’d eat some breakfast and easy as that I would feel much better. Going to school while everyone else knew I was pregnant, it was the weirdest feeling having everyone stare at you. Like if it was the end of the world. I would just tell my self in my head, “haven't you seen a pregnant girl before?” but I never had the guts to. Why was I going to put someone down if I didn't like the way I felt if someone brought me down.
As more months passed by, I began to see the people who really cared disappear out of my life. I understood why but if still hurt me. Its not that it hurt that they didn't want to hang out with me cause I was pregnant. It was because I realized that in this cold world, theres no friends. My mom has always told me that the friends that I have aren't real. She was right about that. I never really believed her when she would give me that advice, Yes I had my best friends but even they backed out of my life. I didn't have too much of a big belly but I still wouldnt go out as much. All I would do was go outside on the porch and sit on the chairs and think about how my future was going to look like. I’d think about how my baby was going to look like, me or the dad. I felt alone as everyone was out there having their own life. One day, my parents went out and my brother and I stayed home. My brother said he was going out for a few minutes. So he left, and I felt so alone. I took the house phone and sat outside in the dark by myself. As I watched my brother pull in and park his truck, he saw me alone. He asked if I was ok, and i just started to cry. He asked if I was ok or if anyone was bothering me. I just cried more, I knew if I told him that I was feeling lonely he would think I was crazy, or he would just tell me that I should've just went with my parents. I knew that my hormones were just going crazy, but there was no way I could explain to my brother. I was a little embarrassed that I started to cry in front of him, but I did it anyways. My whole pregnancy went well, but when I would go out to the stores people would look at me different. Some people would be kind enough to ask me how far along I was on my pregnancy. Of course I would answer nicely. So people were rude enough to give me dirty looks in public. I nothing else to do but to take the pain. On one afternoon, my dad went out to take the trash. He came back in excited telling us how a pigeon went up to my dad out of the blue. Close enough that my dad could pick it up. He called all of us outside with no clue what was going on. As we go outside, we see my dad holding a grey pigeon. He quickly asks me to go get him a piece of bread. So there I go getting him what he asked me to bring. Bringing the water and bread out excited to see the pigeon because I love birds. Especially when there wild birds. I just thought that it was amazing to see my dad happy, he also loves birds. We were all outside on the porch just watching the pigeon eat and drink water. He was drinking water as if he hasn't drink water for days. We all stared at him as if we were all thinking the same thing. What was it doing here? Was was it kind enough to let us hold him? My dad said it was a sign from god. We have been through alot that by looking at my dad enjoying the presence of the pigeon there with us.
We were going to Rifle that same day the pigeon landed on our porch, so we brought the pigeon into the house and just sat on our couch. Watching us clean up the house and vacuum the floor. I was surprised he didn't get scared of all the noises going on. Every time I would walk by the pigeon, he would stare at me walk by. I thought it was funny by the way he would follow me around. When everyone was done cleaning and getting ready, we were ready to go to Rifle. The pigeon was also going with us, he looked pretty excited himself. Having to go to Rifle was to just go visit one of my uncles and by us taking the pigeon was to let it go far away from us. We didn't want it to be in our house because it was supposed to be a free bird. Once when we go to a spot to let it go, it didn't want to fly away. We had to leave it there where it could decide on its own to go whenever it wanted to go. Having that pigeon come to us as if it was a sign from God made me feel better about myself and my family. It was like me being closer to them then I was before. Days have passed by, you could see the look on my dads face on how he missed that pigeon. But he got over it, he was happy to have pictures of him sitting on our couch like if he were our own. As I got bigger every month, the time finally came that I got to go to a doctor's appointment to finally find out if I was going to have a boy or girl. The first couple of times that I would go, they couldn’t figure out what I was really going to have. The baby couldn’t just make up its own mind. After a couple more times, we finally found out what it was going to be. As the doctor was looking to see if it was going to be a girl or boy, she looks at me and says, “Its a girl!” I was so happy to find that out. My family was excited to see the new member in our family. I was so happy I already knew what I was going to name her, Jenisis Otero. Since my mom already knew I was going to have a girl, my sister and mom started to plan out a baby shower for me. I didn't expect one, I didn’t think I deserved one because of my past. but she still did it anyway. She invited family and friends, My sister invited her friends, and I invited mine as well. I didn’t think all the girls we invited were going to show up, but they did. We had food, deserts and games. Everything was pink and girly and there were balloons everywhere. My baby shower was on the 6th of August and on the 10th of August was the time that Jenisis was ready to be born. 8:00 a.m I was taken my water broke on the toilet. My dad and I were the only ones at my house while everyone else went to work. As soon as sat down on the toilet to do my business, I started to notice that I couldn't stop peeing. I looked down and it was clear water coming out of me. I was shy to tell my dad but I had no choice, so I told him that I thought my water broke and he called my sister. My dad past the phone to me and my sister was on. She told me not to panic and to stay calm and to get my hospital things ready. So I did, I got my bag ready with comfortble clothes a tooth brush, shampoo, and and my baby girls new born clothes. The important thing was to bring the car seat. Once my dad took my to the hospital, I was very nervous and scared. The pain was very painful so I decided to have the epordurel. After I got the shot, every thing was better. 11:05 p.m Jenisis Otero was born. She was the reason why my whole life turned around and made me responsible. I looked at her and fell in love at first sight.
Having a great family by my side since the day I was born is the best thing any person could have. Never realized it till they started to open my eyes. At age 14 I was such a brat. Skipping class when I was supposed to go. Getting home late when I had a curfew. Lying to my parents when all they wanted was the truth. My parents just wanted what was best for me, they fought for me when I didn't want what they wanted for me in my life. This wasn't even me back then. At age 14, I met this guy named Mario. we dated for at least a year until I got pregnant. When I got pregnant, my family wasn't to happy with the news. You could actually see the disappointment on their faces. I never felt so scared, sad and unhappy.
Once my family accepted my pregnancy, I was already four months pregnant. I hid my pregnancy from everyone for at least two and a half months. It was a hard thing to do, but i got away with it for those two and a half months. When I first found out i was pregnant, I was in shock and scared. Not once in my life did I think I would ever get pregnant at 15, but it happened. On my first trimester, my morning sickness was one of the worst symptoms out of my pregnancy. I got so used to having to throw up every morning that it became a routine for me. Every morning I would wake up around 7 or 7:30 a.m. just because i felt my morning sickness. After I went through that on mornings, I’d eat some breakfast and easy as that I would feel much better. Going to school while everyone else knew I was pregnant, it was the weirdest feeling having everyone stare at you. Like if it was the end of the world. I would just tell my self in my head, “haven't you seen a pregnant girl before?” but I never had the guts to. Why was I going to put someone down if I didn't like the way I felt if someone brought me down.
As more months passed by, I began to see the people who really cared disappear out of my life. I understood why but if still hurt me. Its not that it hurt that they didn't want to hang out with me cause I was pregnant. It was because I realized that in this cold world, theres no friends. My mom has always told me that the friends that I have aren't real. She was right about that. I never really believed her when she would give me that advice, Yes I had my best friends but even they backed out of my life. I didn't have too much of a big belly but I still wouldnt go out as much. All I would do was go outside on the porch and sit on the chairs and think about how my future was going to look like. I’d think about how my baby was going to look like, me or the dad. I felt alone as everyone was out there having their own life. One day, my parents went out and my brother and I stayed home. My brother said he was going out for a few minutes. So he left, and I felt so alone. I took the house phone and sat outside in the dark by myself. As I watched my brother pull in and park his truck, he saw me alone. He asked if I was ok, and i just started to cry. He asked if I was ok or if anyone was bothering me. I just cried more, I knew if I told him that I was feeling lonely he would think I was crazy, or he would just tell me that I should've just went with my parents. I knew that my hormones were just going crazy, but there was no way I could explain to my brother. I was a little embarrassed that I started to cry in front of him, but I did it anyways. My whole pregnancy went well, but when I would go out to the stores people would look at me different. Some people would be kind enough to ask me how far along I was on my pregnancy. Of course I would answer nicely. So people were rude enough to give me dirty looks in public. I nothing else to do but to take the pain. On one afternoon, my dad went out to take the trash. He came back in excited telling us how a pigeon went up to my dad out of the blue. Close enough that my dad could pick it up. He called all of us outside with no clue what was going on. As we go outside, we see my dad holding a grey pigeon. He quickly asks me to go get him a piece of bread. So there I go getting him what he asked me to bring. Bringing the water and bread out excited to see the pigeon because I love birds. Especially when there wild birds. I just thought that it was amazing to see my dad happy, he also loves birds. We were all outside on the porch just watching the pigeon eat and drink water. He was drinking water as if he hasn't drink water for days. We all stared at him as if we were all thinking the same thing. What was it doing here? Was was it kind enough to let us hold him? My dad said it was a sign from god. We have been through alot that by looking at my dad enjoying the presence of the pigeon there with us.
We were going to Rifle that same day the pigeon landed on our porch, so we brought the pigeon into the house and just sat on our couch. Watching us clean up the house and vacuum the floor. I was surprised he didn't get scared of all the noises going on. Every time I would walk by the pigeon, he would stare at me walk by. I thought it was funny by the way he would follow me around. When everyone was done cleaning and getting ready, we were ready to go to Rifle. The pigeon was also going with us, he looked pretty excited himself. Having to go to Rifle was to just go visit one of my uncles and by us taking the pigeon was to let it go far away from us. We didn't want it to be in our house because it was supposed to be a free bird. Once when we go to a spot to let it go, it didn't want to fly away. We had to leave it there where it could decide on its own to go whenever it wanted to go. Having that pigeon come to us as if it was a sign from God made me feel better about myself and my family. It was like me being closer to them then I was before. Days have passed by, you could see the look on my dads face on how he missed that pigeon. But he got over it, he was happy to have pictures of him sitting on our couch like if he were our own. As I got bigger every month, the time finally came that I got to go to a doctor's appointment to finally find out if I was going to have a boy or girl. The first couple of times that I would go, they couldn’t figure out what I was really going to have. The baby couldn’t just make up its own mind. After a couple more times, we finally found out what it was going to be. As the doctor was looking to see if it was going to be a girl or boy, she looks at me and says, “Its a girl!” I was so happy to find that out. My family was excited to see the new member in our family. I was so happy I already knew what I was going to name her, Jenisis Otero. Since my mom already knew I was going to have a girl, my sister and mom started to plan out a baby shower for me. I didn't expect one, I didn’t think I deserved one because of my past. but she still did it anyway. She invited family and friends, My sister invited her friends, and I invited mine as well. I didn’t think all the girls we invited were going to show up, but they did. We had food, deserts and games. Everything was pink and girly and there were balloons everywhere. My baby shower was on the 6th of August and on the 10th of August was the time that Jenisis was ready to be born. 8:00 a.m I was taken my water broke on the toilet. My dad and I were the only ones at my house while everyone else went to work. As soon as sat down on the toilet to do my business, I started to notice that I couldn't stop peeing. I looked down and it was clear water coming out of me. I was shy to tell my dad but I had no choice, so I told him that I thought my water broke and he called my sister. My dad past the phone to me and my sister was on. She told me not to panic and to stay calm and to get my hospital things ready. So I did, I got my bag ready with comfortble clothes a tooth brush, shampoo, and and my baby girls new born clothes. The important thing was to bring the car seat. Once my dad took my to the hospital, I was very nervous and scared. The pain was very painful so I decided to have the epordurel. After I got the shot, every thing was better. 11:05 p.m Jenisis Otero was born. She was the reason why my whole life turned around and made me responsible. I looked at her and fell in love at first sight.