‘Kids shouldn’t have kids.’ Shame spread over me. As a teen, I couldn’t hide my big belly.’: Teen mom explains why she ‘kept her baby’ at 16

More Stories like:

“I was staring down at the floral pattern on the couch when she told me I was pregnant.

I pretty much already knew, but I had hoped this ‘confirmation’ test didn’t confirm as much.

The tears rolled down my face and landed on that same floral pattern on the couch in the pregnancy center. The room was open and the lady that sat directly in front of me had a solemn look on her face and she tried to make eye contact; I continued to look down.

I didn’t have words. I didn’t want to be questioned. I just wanted to leave. I didn’t just want to leave the cute little office I was sitting in; I wanted to somehow separate from the queasy feeling in my stomach and the shame that spread hot over my body.

‘Does anyone else know you were coming here?’ I shook my head ‘no’ as I continued to look down. She started talking to me about my options but my head was spinning and all I could hear were the pounding internal questions turning circles in my brain.

‘What will I tell people?’

‘How will I respond to that softball coach’s next email inquiring about my visit in the fall of senior year?’

‘What will I do?’

These were the facts that were clear to me in that moment:

I had no plans involving a baby.

I had never changed a diaper.

I had no money.

I had no desire to be a mother.

Every factual voice running through my head pointed to the only ‘logical’ choice: abortion. I had read about it online when I had my first hunch that pregnancy *might* be the cause for the sickness I’d been feeling.

In my sixteen-year-old brain, the promise of ‘taking the problem away’ made sense. I wasn’t ready. This wasn’t in my plan. And according to the websites, there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’ instantly. No biggie. Easy peasy. No one had to know it had ever happened.

As the daughter of two teachers in a small town, I knew this wasn’t what people expected of me. As the starting shortstop on our State Champion softball team, I knew I had big things coming in college. As a carefree teenager, I knew I could hide many things, but I couldn’t hide a big belly.

I had all but decided the right choice for me when I tuned back in to what the lady was saying. I had been waiting to leave because the only reason behind my being here was for the advertised ‘free pregnancy testing’.

‘You’re six weeks along. Here’s your baby. He or she already has a heartbeat.’

She pointed to a picture on a paper she held in front of me.

‘A heartbeat?’ I thought. ‘Already?’

It seemed so fast, too fast for me. Five minutes ago, I didn’t even know I was pregnant, and now I’m carrying an extra heartbeat?

It was a fact I’d add to my long list of facts rolling through my mind. It was a fact that outweighed anything anyone could tell me. It was a fact God used to guard my heart and my baby.

‘You really shouldn’t be drinking that,’ one of my teachers said to me as I stood outside her classroom with a Coke. Part of me wanted to chug it right there. ‘Do you know how much other stuff I’ve already given up?’ I thought, but didn’t dare say aloud.

I instead put the Coke in my backpack and found a seat in the classroom. My growing body barely fit into the desk, so I leaned back slightly to make some room to breathe.

It wasn’t easy to make it through a school day before a night shift at the local restaurant, but some parts were harder than others. There was the morning sickness, which made me late almost every day. There was the flood of emotions that hit at the worst times. There was some back pain and swelling and feeling constant eyes on me, but I learned to count my blessings.

Courtesy of Backwoods Photography

There was a teacher who let me nap during reading time and friends who constantly checked on me. I was surprised and thankful at the outpouring of love I received when I was convinced that if I chose to keep my baby, everyone would turn their backs on me. These things made it bearable even when it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy to tell my parents but they came around just the same and were my biggest allies. It wasn’t easy to tell the college coach I’d planned on playing for, but you know what? His disappointment was soon over and I was simply a player to replace. I made a choice I had to live with, a choice that couldn’t affect others the way it would affect me.

Even as a pregnant teen undergoing constant change, I still had no idea what was to come. Honestly, I didn’t even think about it much. There was so much time and energy spent on just surviving each day, trying to save a little money, and learning along the way. So, I spent my days with a pre-Algebra book and ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ tucked away in my backpack, which I carried in my singlewide truck to work each night, as I tried to get ahead for when the baby came and simultaneously escape from reality by being too busy.

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

‘I am supposed to be induced in the morning,’ I told the labor and delivery nurse, as she admitted me into the hospital around midnight. My contractions had started just hours before, when I thought I was going to get one more good night’s sleep before meeting my baby.

‘Well, at least you had your bag packed,’ she laughed. It wasn’t long before I had my epidural and it all seemed to happen in an instant before it was time to push. I had so much anxiety over this moment in the months before, but in that moment, I just felt ready. I was ready for something to come of all the crazy change of the last nine months. I was ready to be on to a new chapter of my life rather than stuck in a phase of in-between.

And when I heard his first cry, I smiled and giggled, actually. I didn’t produce tears to match his; I just stared in awe and asked, ‘Is he okay?’

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

You see, I didn’t know how this thing was supposed to go. But he was okay; that little heartbeat I knew he had early on was beating just fine. And all of the sudden, he was mine. It never felt official before, even if I had carried him along with me; I was too busy battling sickness and resentment and confusion. But when I held him, that was silenced for the first time since knowing I was going to become a mommy.

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

‘I want you to walk me in,’ my seven-year-old son told me just this morning, on the first day of school.

I smiled. I was happy he still wanted me close. These past seven years haven’t been all sunshine and rainbows, but I don’t think that’s true for anyone in motherhood.

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

On the big days—the birthdays, the first days of school, the anniversaries—I think about the early days, before I knew who he was going to be, and I’m extra thankful that someone told me how precious this life would become. I’m thankful God held my hand and carried me through the hard times, helped me navigate the practical stuff, and brought me out of it, to this place of contentment.

From government assistance to a place of self-reliance, from not knowing how to care for a baby to caring for a growing family. And to think, it all started with a heartbeat.

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

I kept my baby.

Even though I was sixteen,

even though I didn’t know how I would,

I kept my baby.

Even when everyone told me ‘kids shouldn’t have kids’

or that I’d ‘ruin my life’,

I kept my baby.

I knew some would think I slept around,

that I was promiscuous.

I knew that girls would talk

and boys would listen,

but I still kept my baby.

I knew there was a pill that could ‘take it all away’.

‘My problems could be gone tomorrow if I just took it today.’

But I knew that was a lie anyway

so I kept my baby.

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

And because I kept my baby,

it’s assumed I hate everyone who made a different choice.

I don’t.

I love them.

And I know how scared they were

because I was, too.

I know how these girls (and myself) were misinformed

when we were told it’s impossible.

It’s not.

I knew it would take a lot of trust

and big faith

when I kept my baby.

But when I did, this crazy thing happened.

It didn’t even ruin my life.

Not in any way.

Now I have a baby and a family.

I have a baby and a college degree.

I have a husband and even more babies.

I’ve raised a baby and still chased my own dreams.

So yes, I’ve done some things the hard way and I’ve grown up faster than I *had* to and I’ve struggled along the way

but when I look at my sweet ‘baby’ boy,

I’m so glad that

I kept my baby.”

Courtesy of Whitney Ballard
Courtesy of Whitney Ballard

This story was submitted to Love What Matters by Whitney of Trains and Tantrums. You can follow her journey on Facebook and Instagram. Submit your own story here and be sure to subscribe to our free email newsletter for our best stories.

Read more powerful stories like this:

‘I was 15, pregnant. My principal looked at me. ‘Your mom didn’t graduate. Your dad didn’t graduate. Just drop out.’ I never felt more hopeless.’ Teen keeps pregnancy against all odds, loses son 18 years later

‘At 13, I arrived at the hospital to be drug tested. ‘Is there any chance you could be pregnant?’ the nurse asked. ‘I don’t know!’ I just SOBBED.’ Young girl discovers pregnancy after ‘downward spiral’

‘We broke up. Everything was perfect. Until I missed my period. I took two tests to see if I was pregnant. And. I. Was. There was one mountain to climb: Tell my parents.’ Teen mom knows adoptive parents are ‘the one’ as soon as they ‘walked in the door’

Provide beauty and strength for others. SHARE this story on Facebook with family and friends.

For our best love stories, subscribe to our free email newsletter: