I was 24 when I gave birth to my first baby. We named him Donovan. He’s the most amazing kid I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to have him in my life! However, when we got pregnant, my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I were definitely not expecting it. We were scared to tell our parents. Terrified to experience birth. What if we weren’t good parents? What if we did everything wrong?
The more interesting thing about our relationship was that we were long distance for most of the 7 years that we were together before we got pregnant. When I say long distance, I mean long distance. I was in Texas and he was in Canada. Nobody thought we would last, but we did.
Our relationship was strained a bit during my pregnancy. We were both in the last year of college and barely saw each other. It was hard. He had a flight that he ended up missing the day I gave birth, so he had to catch a different flight and got there less than an hour before my emergency c-section. It was a hectic day, but we have wonderful parents that helped us through it. They didn’t care that we weren’t married or that we lived far apart from each other. They knew we would make it work, and we did. He went back to school after ten days with us and finished college. Then he came to live with us and we got married 9 months later. You know one of the best parts about our wedding? We got to include our first born and he was absolutely the most memorable thing for everyone. He was adorable.
We did things a little out of the traditional order, and that’s okay. Not everyone will agree with me, but you should live your life the way you want to. If it doesn’t hurt anyone, then who cares? I love the way my little family happened and that’s all that matters.