Before I begin, I must tell you that I won't be using any long words about medical things because I don't know them. I'm 17 years old.

It was a peaceful morning on Monday the 20th of February. My boyfriend, Jamie, and I lived in his house away from all the other houses by about half a mile. I was two weeks away from my due date so everything was going along fine. After lunch Jamie had to go out to the shops and buy stuff, so I wasn't too worried about being alone in the house. WRONG! I settled down with a magazine and a cup of tea. Not long after he left I needed the loo. So up I struggled to the loo. (This was one big baby. I'd grown huge compared to my normal size!) Nothing happened. So I went back to reading my magazine. About an hour later I felt a sharp pain shoot round my tummy. I'd heard somewhere that you could soothe pain through water so slowly, in agony, I climbed the stairs to the bathroom and ran a nice hot bath. Climbing in, I relaxed all over and soon I was asleep. I must have slept for more or less an hour and a half, for now it was 3:20 p.m.

I needed the loo again. I sat down, but nothing. I was really scared now. What was wrong with me? Was it the baby? Was there something wrong with the baby? Frantically I started to feel all over myself for anything wrong. That's when I discovered a large bump at the end of my vagina! I grabbed a mirror to see more.

I was taken so aback by surprise, I just sat there staring and staring at what I saw. It was the top of the baby's head! The thing that brought me back to the real world was the sudden urge to push that everyone always seems to comment on. The sink was the nearest thing so I pulled on that and squatted and pushed as hard as I could, hoping that I was doing everything right. At the intervals between pushes, I tried to summon back my energy, but it was all too quick for me and by the time I'd finished one push, I had to push again. I took hold of the mirror and placed it underneath me. The baby had made little progress. Oh, what was I to do? I was worn out after only five pushes, so I waddled over to my bedroom which, fortunately, was right next to the bathroom. It was like walking with a melon stuck between your legs. Collapsing on the bed, I felt an urge to push so much greater than all the others.

I was in complete agony. I clutched the two bedposts on either side of me and pushed and pushed! That's when I spotted the phone. I waited to stop pushing, then took the receiver and dialed 999. A woman picked it up on the other end and I eventually managed to sputter out that I was alone in the house and in labor. She asked me how far I proceeded and were there any neighbors who could help me. I told her none of them knew us and they'd not be willing to help. So all the way until paramedics came, she told me to breathe in a special timing pattern and not to worry.

The paramedics arrived shortly and I dropped my arms over two of their shoulders, and squatted down still doing my breathing. Urges came to push and I pushed with all my might. I felt like my whole body was just going to fly out, but encouragement from the doctors gave me more power. Then after a long while the whole head came out in one push. Almost there, you're doing really well. I could hear and,1..2..3...Push!

On Monday, February 20 at 6:05 p.m., my little baby boy Kieran was finally born. I was so pleased and just at that moment, Jamie came running in saying he'd seen the ambulance and knew something was wrong.

Now I'm 21 and pregnant again by 24 weeks. This time Jamie said we're going to stick together throughout the whole journey. I've only just recently found this website and it's been a great help so far. (I could have done with it last time!)

Thanks for taking your time to read this.
Luv,
Kacy