Personal Narrative: My First Child

When experiencing the birth of your first child, it’s an amazing feeling, but it’s also life changing. But imagine going through that period of your life when you are still a teenager! Well, that was my life at seventeen, it was extremely difficult and an emotional rollercoaster when I became pregnant. From that point on, there was another little human being that was expecting to be taken care of and protected by me. About five months before my eighteenth birthday, my first daughter was born, only weighing five pounds four ounces. The nurse gave her the nickname of “Little Peanut” because of her size. She was a tiny and precious, her smooth skin and her little hands. I just wanted to hold her and never let go. Yes, I was still a child myself,

I was a sophomore in high school and with a part-time job for about a year. My family wasn’t the happiest, we struggled every day to keep our unity. I was the middle child of five and the only girl back then. There were arguments non-stop with my father since I can remember, but I tried my best to support my mother out in every way possible. She had her hands full with my older brother with doctor visits and hospital visits most of the time. When he was born, his kidneys were not responding hundred percent, a transplant was needed. I understood she needed my help with my younger brothers. After working in the evenings, I would come home and help around the house to have everything ready for the next day. I had been treated as an adult since I was eleven; there were big shoes to fill-in. So, you would say I already had some experience with raising children. Even though I got get married and form my own family after the birth of my little peanut, I was always making sure my brothers and mother were doing

A report was shown during orientation that mentioned statistics that said, “two-thirds of teen parents are poor” and “one in four will depend on welfare”, by www.NCSL.org. Therefore, I wasn’t going to give up on my dream, I was going to finish high school and hopefully go to college, that was my goal and dream. Even if it meant going to school at nights or even on the weekends. I knew I would need to overcome roadblocks in life now more than ever. But I was determined and focused, every time I thought of giving up. I would think about my little peanut and she would give me the strength and drive to not be in those statistics. I wanted to be in the forty percent that finish high school and that don’t excuse themselves only because you become a mother. However, at times I felt frustrated having to combine both family and school with no time in between for myself. I knew I just made sure to keep going to be able to offer a better future for my