I'm seventeen years old. I know - pretty young to be having babies, right? Well, life had a different plan in mind. I was so excited to be a mom. For some reason the universe gave me a child and I wasn't going to give it up. After he was born I cried I was so happy. And so was the father.
But when I got home is when things went downhill.
The father's mother sat there and came over and would tell me how horrible of a mom I was going to be. That I shouldn't be raising this child. That she redeems the universe for giving me this blessing. That it's wrong for me to even think I have any idea how to be a mom.
And I broke.
I couldn't breastfeed my son without crying. I couldn't even look at him without crying. I felt so alone. So broken. I felt like I was wrong for having my son. I feel terrible even remembering how I felt.
It's been 3 months since then. I've cut her out of my life completely and have nothing to do with her. I'm starting to finally feel happy when I hold my son. Because guess what? I'm a PROUD seventeen year old breastfeeding cloth diapering mom who works full time; and how many 30 year olds can say that?!
I AM AN AMAZING MOM.
Anonymous | New Mexico, USA