polony
11-10-2006, 14:39
Hi there! I am sure that some people already know who I am seeing I have been on here for a year and a half!!! But the thing is, I never introduced myself!! I feel a bit rude about that so I am sorry!
My name is Brooke and I am 26. I have a 17 month old daughter called Layla. She is my world, my light, my angel. I am a single mother.
I fell pregnant accidentally at the age of 24 when I was in a deep slump of bipolar depression. I was abusing alcohol and cutting myself. The night I saw those faint lines which indicated that I was pregnant was something that would stay with me forever. This was my way out. This was my new beginning.
DD's father was my best friend. We had only just started dating casually and so the pregnancy was a total shock to both of us. He claimed that he loved me and that he would stick by me with whatever choice I made. My decision was to have this baby. I knew I could do it, and this was my blessing in disguise. I had to take it.
As the pregnancy progressed, I believe that reality set in and the father freaked out at the prospect of a child. HE reluctantly followed me to some appointments and prenatal classes. He also insisted that he be there at the birth. I did everything to accommodate him and his requests, even though he was not helping me at all.
Layla came into the world on the 11th May 2005 at 2.07am on a Wednesday. She was delivered naturally, I also had no drugs, and I have not much of a recollection about what happened. At one stage I apparently tried to leave the room and informed my mum and sister that they can finish it off. Did I forget to mention that I also had a HUGE audience!?! It consisted of mum, dad, my sister, DD's dad, the midwife and the doctor. Talk about a full house!
My hospital stay was short and I had many visitors. DD's father came, but not much. I knew what was to happen.
After the hospital, I stayed with my parents for 2-3 weeks as I normally live alone, and this way they thought they could help me settle and get used to having a new baby. I love my parents!
Anyway, for the first 12 weeks of Layla's life, her dad did not call or come over. His visits were trickling after that and to this day are still sporadic.
I love my baby girl. I am happy, healthy and have almost beat my mental disease. Sure, some days are hard, but I have enough love and support around me that I would not have it any other way.
So in a nutshell, that's me. Hello! :wave:
My name is Brooke and I am 26. I have a 17 month old daughter called Layla. She is my world, my light, my angel. I am a single mother.
I fell pregnant accidentally at the age of 24 when I was in a deep slump of bipolar depression. I was abusing alcohol and cutting myself. The night I saw those faint lines which indicated that I was pregnant was something that would stay with me forever. This was my way out. This was my new beginning.
DD's father was my best friend. We had only just started dating casually and so the pregnancy was a total shock to both of us. He claimed that he loved me and that he would stick by me with whatever choice I made. My decision was to have this baby. I knew I could do it, and this was my blessing in disguise. I had to take it.
As the pregnancy progressed, I believe that reality set in and the father freaked out at the prospect of a child. HE reluctantly followed me to some appointments and prenatal classes. He also insisted that he be there at the birth. I did everything to accommodate him and his requests, even though he was not helping me at all.
Layla came into the world on the 11th May 2005 at 2.07am on a Wednesday. She was delivered naturally, I also had no drugs, and I have not much of a recollection about what happened. At one stage I apparently tried to leave the room and informed my mum and sister that they can finish it off. Did I forget to mention that I also had a HUGE audience!?! It consisted of mum, dad, my sister, DD's dad, the midwife and the doctor. Talk about a full house!
My hospital stay was short and I had many visitors. DD's father came, but not much. I knew what was to happen.
After the hospital, I stayed with my parents for 2-3 weeks as I normally live alone, and this way they thought they could help me settle and get used to having a new baby. I love my parents!
Anyway, for the first 12 weeks of Layla's life, her dad did not call or come over. His visits were trickling after that and to this day are still sporadic.
I love my baby girl. I am happy, healthy and have almost beat my mental disease. Sure, some days are hard, but I have enough love and support around me that I would not have it any other way.
So in a nutshell, that's me. Hello! :wave: